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Shier*  t  wocfiicg  to  Act  of  Uot^-ress,  tn  tin  y*or  1847, 
Br  ELIA8  HOWE, 

U  lbs  f -trk'g  OfBos  of  the  District  Court  of  the  Diirtjt  si 

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INTRODUCTION. 


Wi  love  the  flowers.  Not  only  do  they  please  th« 
eye,  and  gratify  the  sense,  but  to  one  of  a  reflective 
turn  of  mind  they  are  I  -nction. 

Flowers  add  a  charm  t 

else  can  impart.  What  high  encomiums  have  been 
lavishingly  bestowed  upon  u vine-clad  cottages"! 
and  how  ofteu  in  our  i  lo  we  find   notice 

taken   of  so  eranium  that  shells  its 

sweet  fragrance  around  the  room ! 

After  a  dreary  winter,  with  what  pleasure  we  hail 
the  little  primrose  ring  above  the  ground, 

whispers  of  the  ci  lling  us  that  Win- 

ter's reign  is  over,  that  the  ti  ne  of  Sowers  has  come, 
and  that  Flora  \.  j  I  her  jubilee  on  earth  ! 

And  as  spring  advanc  followed  by 

6ummer,  that  season  which  more  fully  displays  the 
beauties  of  Flora's  kingdom,  with  what  li^ht  and 
joyous  hearts  we  walk  amid  those  beauties,  watch 
the  unf  tiding  leaf,  or  gather  to  ourselves  those  gems 
with  which  the  Queen  of  Flowers  delights  to  deck 
her  crown  ! 

Flowers  are  the  smiles  of  nature,  and  earth  would 
seem  a  desert  without  them.  IIow  profuse  is  na- 
ture in  the  bestowment  of  her  smiles !  They  are 
seen  on  every  hill-side  and  ;  they 

cheer  the  travel]  r  ou  his  public  way,  and  the  her- 
mit in  his  seclusion.  Wherever  of  day 
reaches,  you  will  find  them,  and  none  so  poor  they 
cannot  grew  first  in  Paradise, 
and  bring  to  our  view  more  vividly  than  any  thing 
else  the  beauties  of  Eden. 


INTRODUCTION, 


It  is  no  new  thing  to  attach  sentiments  to  flowers. 
Tn  Eastern  lauds,  Hewers  have  a  language  which  all 
under*  ill  small  voice"  which 

is  powerful  on  account  of  its  silence.  vi  It  is  one  of 
the  chief  amusements  of  the  (Jreek  girls  to  drop 
these  symbols  of  n   upon  the 

heir  latticed  win* 
And  the  traveller  can  .  rocks 

•    the  conquests  "f  that  ancient  people, 
'  sd  by  foreign  pi 
name  whi<  •  chosen  for  this  little 

volume  we  deem  n 

kind.     As  long  aed  to 

flowers,  so   long   hm    Flnra  1  e|  t  an  A  bum  on  the 

inscribed  them 
We  do  not   profess  to  1  this  Allium,  as 

;  liave  been  i  of  old 

and  neuici^',1  libraries  ;  but  we  fou  1  here 

ribed 
upon  them  > 

and.  when 
they  w  I  we  bad  in  our  posses- 

sion a  •  opy  of  "  Klora  s  Album." 

Wi  ',  duce  this  .uurae 

to  your  no  ice,  an  I  trui  I  thai  "ur  endeavors  to  please 
will  meet  the  approbation  of  the  public. 

J.  B.  A. 

October  1st,  1846. 


LANGUAGE  OF  FLOWERS. 


Acacia,  Yellow. 

44  The  acacia  waves  her  yellow  hair."  —  Moobk. 
CONCEALED    LOVE. 

No  searching  eye  can  pierce  the  veil 
That  oier  my  secret  love  is  thrown  i 

No  outward  signs  reveal  its  tale, 
But  to  my  bosom  known. 

Thus,  like  the  spark,  whose  vivid  light 

In  the  dark  Hint  is  hid  from  sight, 
It  dwells  within  alone. 

Mrs.  Hemaks. 

Do  any  thing  but  love  ;  or,  if  thou  lovest. 
And  art  a  woman,  bide  thy  love  from  him 
Whom  thou  dost  worship  ;  never  li"  him  know 
How  dear  he  is  ;  flit  like  a  bird  before  him  ; 
Lead  him  from  tree  to  tree,  from  Mower  to  flower; 
But  be  not  won  ;  or  thou  wilt,  like  that  bird, 
"When  caught  and  caged,  be  left  to  pine  neglected, 
And  perish  in  forgetfulness. 

L.  E.  Landon. 


FLORA'S     ALBUM. 


Acanthus. 

"  Learned  of 
Italy's  Acanthus,  tLe  aria 
Which  Corinth  claims."  —  Miltos. 

ART. 

When,  from  the  sacred  garden  driven, 

Man  fled  before  his  Maker's  wrath, 
An  angel  left  her  place  in  heaven) 

And  crossed  the  wanderer's  sunless  path. 
'T  was  Art  !  svveet  Art !  New  radiance  broke 

Where  her  bright  foot  flew  o'er  the  ground, 
And  thus  with  seraph  vcice  she  spoke : 

"  The  curse  a  blessing  shall  be  found." 

She  led  him  through  the  trackless  wild, 

Where  noontide's  sunbeam  never  biased ; 
The  thistle  shrank,  the  harvest  smiled, 

And  Nature  gladdened  as  she  gazed. 
Earth's  thousand  tribes  of  living  things, 

At  Art's  "ommand  to  him  are  given  ; 
The  village  grows,  the  city  springs, 

And  point  their  spires  of  faith  to  heaven. 

Charles  Spbaqub. 


flora's    album.  ] 

Almond. 

HEEDLESSNESS. 

I  knew  a  lady  once 

"Who  was  very  beautiful, 
Very  fair  to  look  upon, 

And  very  dutiful. 
Yet  in  this  she  erred, 

What  was  very  needless  ; 
She  would  do,  and  what  b  mere, 

Do  it  very  heedless. 

She  received  a  letter 

Full  of  tender  sighs, 
And  she  read  it  over 

Till  her  little  eyes 
Villed  with  tears,  and  her  heart 

Was  about  to  melt, 
When  suddenly  she  thought  alout 

The  paper  that  she  felt. 

It  was  coarse  ;  and  she  said, 

"  He  must  be  a  liar ;  " 
So  she  tore  the  letter  up, 

And  put  it  in  the  fire. 
But  afterwards  she  did  repent, 

And  said  it  was  needless ; 
And  vowed  she  never  more  would  do 

Any  thing  so  heedless.        J.  a.  Adams 


i 

TLOBA'g     ALBUM. 


Amarant> 

•*  Its  flowers  of  crimson  hue  bedropped 
With  thousand  sparkling  gems."  —  Auow. 

IMMORTALITY. 

Oh,  listen,  man ! 
A  voice  within  us  speaks  the  startling  word, 

n.  tbou  shalt  r>eTer  die  !  "     Celestial  voices 
Hymn  it  around  our  souls  ;  according  harps, 
By  angtl  angers  touched  when  the  mild  stars 
Of  morning  sang  together,  sound  forth  still 
The  song  of  our  great  immortality  ! 
Thick,  clustering  orbs,  and  this  our  fair  domain, 
The  tall,  dark  mountains,  and  the  deep-toned  se», 
Join  in  this  solemn,  universal  song. 

#  #  #  * 

The  dying  hear  it ;  and,  as  sounds  of  earth 
Grow  dull  and  distant,  wafee  their  passing  souls 
To  mingle  in  this  heavenly  harmony. 

Richard  H.  Dana. 

When  coldness  wraps  this  suffering  clay, 
Ah !  whither  strays  the  immortal  mind  ? 

It  cannot  die,  it  cannot  stay, 
But  eaves  its  darkened  dust  behind. 

Byron. 


FLO  3A  'o      ALBUM 


Alyssum. 

WORTH    BEYOND    BEAUTY. 

They  tell  me  that  thou  art  not  fair, 

That  beauty  is  not  thine ; 
i'hat  from  thine  eye  uo  glance  is  throwa 

Which  they  might  call  "  divine." 

They  laugh  at  me  because  I  chose 

Thee  from  the  giddy  throng  ; 
But  they  do  not  know  the  treasures  dear 

That  to  thy  heart  belong. 

Beauty,  whei  comes,  will  fhde, 

'T  will  faint,  and  droop,  and  die  ; 

But  Wortii  with  tenfoid  power  will  thine, 
When  sorrows  gather  nigh. 

For  what  is  Beauty  Wt  is  as  dreams, 

That  quickly  pass  away  ; 
And  what  is  Worth  ?  >t  is  what  it  seems, 

And  nt  rer  will  decay. 

True  worth  will  live  beyond  the  graye, 
'T  will  pierce  Death's  shadowy  mist, 

And  near  the  throne  of  God  on  high 
Eternally  exist. 

John  S.  Adamb. 


30  FLOBA'8     album. 

American  Star  Wort. 

A  slender  plant,  with  starry  blossoms. 
WELCOME    TO    A    STKANGES. 

Lady,  thou  earnest  from  a  stranger  land, 

And  little  of  thee  I  know  ; 
Tet  thou  art  joined  to  the  fading  baud 

Of  travellers  here  below. 

And  thou  art  of  woman's  form  and  mien, 

Hast  a  woman's  heart  within ; 
And,  by  thine  eye  and  thy  brow,  I  ween 

Her  sorrows  with  thee  have  been. 

Thy  Father  is  mine,  and  mine  is  thine  ; 

We  both  are  his  equal  care  ; 
His  goodness,  and  love,  and  blessings  benign, 

We  each  as  his  children  share. 

In  sympathy,  then,  I  give  thee  a  hand 

And  greet  thee  as  thus  we  go, 
And  pledge  a  renewal  .in  that  bright  land 

Where  pleasures  porennial  grow. 

Mrs.  Jane  E.  Locks 


rLOEA'8     ALBUM.  11 


Anemone,  Garden. 

"  Youth,  like  a  thin  anemone,  displays 
Her  silken  leaf,  and  in  a  morn  iecaya." 

FOE'SAKEN. 

As  some  lone  bird  without  a  mate, 
My  weary  heart  is  desolate  ; 
I  look  around,  and  cannot  trace 
One  friendly  smile  or  welc  )me  face, 
And  ever  in  crowds  am  still  alone, 
Because  I  cannot  love  but  one. 

The  poorest,  veriest  -wretch  on  earth 
Still  finds  some  hospitable  hearth, 
"Where  friendship's  or  love's  softer  glow 
May  smile  in  joy  or  soothe  in  woe ; 
But  friend  or  leraan  I  have  none, 
Because  I  cannot  love  but  one. 

I  go,  —  but  whereso'er  I  llee, 
There  's  not  an  eye  will  weep  for  me ; 
There  's  not  a  kind,  congenial  heart, 
Where  I  can  claim  the  meanest  part ; 
And  thou  who  hast  my  hopes  undone, 
Wilt  sigh,  altho  »gh  I  love  but  »rae. 

Btkok. 


13  flora's    album. 


Auricula. 

PAINTING. 

Then  first  from  Lore,  In  Nature's  bowers, 
Did  Painting  learn  he.  fairy  skill, 

And  cull  the  hues  of  loveliest  flowers, 
To  picture  woman  lovelier  still. 

For  vain  was  every  radiant  hue. 

Till  passion  lent  a  soul  to  art, 
And  taught  the  painter,  ere  he  dreW, 

To  fix  the  'node",  in  his  heart. 

Thus  smooth  awhile  his  toil  went  on, 
Till,  lo '.  one  touch  his  art  defies  : 

The  brow,  the  lips,  the  blushes  shone; 
But  who  could  ("are  to  paint  those  eyes  ? 

'T  was  all  in  vain,  the  pointer  strove : 
So,  turning  to  that  boy  divine, 
"  Here,  take,'-  lie  said,  "  the  pencil,  Love  ; 

No  hands  should  paint  such  eyes,  but  tldne." 

Thomas  Moore. 


flora's    album. 


18 


Aspen.  Tree. 

"  Why  tremble  so,  broad  aspen  tree  ?  " 
LAMENTATION. 

Well,  thou  art  gone,  and  T  am  left  ; 

But  oh  !  how  ^old  and  dark  to  me 
This  world,  of  ever;'  charm  bereft, 

Where  all  was  beautiful  with  thee  ! 

MOHTGOXB&T. 

*  *  *         But  now  alone  I  sit, 

Musing  of  her,  and  dew  with  mournful  tears 
Her  little  robes,  that  once  with  woman's  prido 
I  wrought,  as  if"  there  were  a  need  to  deck 
What  God  had  made  so  beautiful. 
Half  faucj  mg  from  h<  .  '.b  there  comes 

A  restless  sound;   and   breathed  the  accustomed 

rds, 
"Hush!  hu.-h  thee,  dearest."    Then  I  bead  M>d 

weep, — 
As  though  it  were  a  sin  to  speak  to  one 
Whose  home  is  with  the  angels. 

#  #  *  * 

*  *  Gone  to  God! 

Be  still,  my  heart !  what  could  a  mother "b  prayer, 

In  all  the  wildest  ecstasy  of  hoper 

Ask  for  its  darling  like  the  bliss  of  heaven  ? 

Mrs.  Sxgouhnky. 


14  FLORA'S     ALBUM, 


Azalea. 

ROMANCE. 

Parent  ri"  golden  dreams,  Romance ! 

Auspicious  queen  of  childish  joys  ! 
Who  lead'st  along  in  airy  dunce 

Th}r  votive  train  of  girls  and  boys ; 
At  length,  in  spells  no  longei  bound, 

I  break  the  fetters  of  my  youth ; 
No  more  I  tread  thy  mystic  round, 

But  leave  thy  realms  for  those  of  Truth. 

And  yet 't  is  hard  to  quit  the  dreams 

"Which  haunt  the  unsuspicious  soul, 
Where  every  nymph  a  goddess  seems, 

Whose  eyes  through  rays  immortal  roll ; 
While  Fancy  holds  her  boundless  reign, 

And  all  assume  a  varied  hue, 
When  virgins  seem  no  longer  vain, 

And  even  woman's  smiles  are  fcue. 

Byrow. 


FLOBA'S     ALBUM. 


is 


Bay  Leaf. 

«  The  nme  throng  all  its  little  life,  — 
It  changes  but  iu  dying."  —  G.  W.  Doanb. 

I    CHANGE    BUT   IN    DYING. 

I  change  but  in  dying,  —  I  '11  be  faithful  till  death  ; 
I  will  guard  thee  with  care  from  pollution's  foul 

breath ; 
I  p  omise  that  ne'er  in  neglect  thou  shalt  pine ; 
I  change  but  in  dying,  —  say,  wilt  thou  be  mine  ? 

I  com*1  not  with  riches,  good  fortune  ne'er  blest  me, 
Yet  she  of  less  worth,  —  ilfrss-fortune  carest  me ; 
The  light  of  true  loTe  o'er  thy  pathway  shall  shine ; 
I  change  but  in  dying,  —  say,  wilt  ihou  be  mine  ? 

I  change  but  in  dying,  and  no  holier  vow 

From  lips  mortal  e'er  came  than  I  breathe  to  thee 

now  ; 
It  comes  from  a  heart,  with  lore  for  thee  sighing ; 
Believe  me,  'c  is  true,  —  I  change  but  in  dying. 

John  S.  Adams. 


If  FLORA'S      ALBUM. 


Bell  Flower,  Pyramidal. 

G  11  A  T  I  T  U  D  E  . 

The  hound  will  fawn  on  any  one 
That  greets  him  with  a  kind  caress ; 

The  flowers  will  turn  toward  the  sun, 
That  nurtures  it  in  loveliness. 

The  drooping  bird,  with  frozen  wing, 
That  feeds  in  winter  at  your  sill, 

"Will  trim  his  glossy  plumes  in  spring, 
And  perch  aboat  your  window  still. 

The  gazing  steed  will  mark  the  voice 
That  rules  him  with  a  gentle  word  j 

And  we  n.ay  see  the  brute  Rejoice, 
As  though  he  loved  the  tones  he  heard. 

We  find  the  fiercest  things  that  live, 
The  savage  boor,  the  wildly  rude, 

When  soothed  by  Mercy's  hand,  will  gira 
Some  taint  response  of  gratitude. 

Eliza  Cooe. 


FLORA'S     ALB  CM.  17 


Bilberry. 

A  ■pecies  of  whortleberry.    An  elegant  fruit-bearing 
piirt 

TREACHERY. 

Be  it  so  !  we  part  forever  ! 

Let  the  past  as  nothing  he  ; 
Had  I  only  loved  thee,  never 

Hadst  thou  been  thus  dear  to  me. 

Pride  may  ceol  what  passion  heated, 
Time  will  tame  the  wayward  will ; 

But  the  heart  in  friendship  cheated 
Throbs  with  woe's  most  maddening  thrilL 

More  than  wotnan  thou  wast  to  me ; 

Not  as  man  I  looked  on  thee ;  — 
Why  like  woman  then  undo  me  T 

Why  "  heap  man's  worst  curse  on  me  "  T 

Live  !  and  when  my  life  is  over, 
Should  thino  own  be  lengthened  long, 

Thou  may'st  then,  too  late,  discover 
By  thy  feelings,  all  my  wrong. 

But 't  is  useless  to  upbraid  thee 

With  thy  past  or  present  state  ; 
What  thou  wast,  my  fancy  made  thee  ; 

What  thou  art,  I  know  too  late.  Btbon 


18  flora's    album. 


Black  Poplar. 

COURAGE. 

Courage !  —  There  is  none  so  poor, 
(None  of  all  who  wrong  endure,) 
None  so  humble,  none  so  weak, 
But  may  flush  his  father's  cheek  ; 
And  his  maiden's  dear  and  true. 
With  the  deeds  that  he  may  do 
Be  his  days  as  dark  as  night, 
He  may  make  himself  a  light ; 
What  though  sunken  he  the  sun ! 
There  are  stars  when  day  is  done ! 

Courage  !  —  Who  will  he  a  slave, 
That  has  strength  to  dig  a  grave, 
And  therein  his  fetters  hide, 
And  lay  a  tyrant  by  his  side  ? 
Courage !  —  Ilope,  howe'er  he  fly 
For  a  time,  can  never  die  ! 
Courage,  therefore,  brother  men ! 
Cry  "  Uod    and  to  the  fight  again !  " 

BABiir  CoairwAiA. 

What  though  the  field  be  lost, 
All  is  not  lost ;  the  ungovernable  will, 
And  study  of  revenge,  immortal  hate, 
And  courage  never  U  submit  or  yield. 

MILT05. 


FLORA'S     ALBUM.  19 


Blue  Canterbury  Call. 

A  beautiful  flower,  with  9  deep  rich  color. 

CONSTANCY. 

She  chins  to  him,  with  woman's  love 

Like  ivy  to  the  oak, 
"While  on  hi  ith  crushing  force, 

Earth's  chilling  tempest  bi 

And  when  the  world  looked  cold  on  him, 

And  blight  hung  on  his  name, 
She  Boothed  his  cues  with  woman's  lore, 

And  bade  him  rise  again. 

When  care  had  furrowed  o'er  his  brow, 

And  clouded  bis  young  hours ; 
She  wove  amidst  bis  crown  of  thorns, 

A  wreath  of  Love's  own  flowers. 

And  never  did  that  wreath  decay, 

Or  one  bright  floweret  wither ; 
For  woman's  tears  e'er  nourished  them, 

That  they  might  bloom  forever. 

*1  is  ever  thus  with  woman's  love, 
True  till  .  is  have  passed  ; 

And  like  the  vine  around  the  tree, 
It  braves  them  to  the  last. 

Saturday  Courier, 


20  fl;  ba's    albcm. 


Borage. 

BLUNTNESS,     OR    ROUOHNESS     ]>  F 
MANNERS. 

When  the  priest 

Skoufcl  ask,  if  Katharine  should  be  liis  wife, 

"  Ay,  by  gogs-wouns^  quoth  he  ;  and  swore  so  k>ud, 

That,  all  amazed,  the  pr  est  let  fall  the  bojk  ; 

And,  as  he  Btooped  again  to  take  it  up, 

The  mad-brained  bridegroom  took  him  such  a  cuff, 

That  down  fell  priest  and  book,  and  book  and  priest ; 

#  #  #  # 

•  *  #  -    * 
But  after  many  ceremonies  done, 

He  calls  for  wine  :  A  health,  quoth  he,  as  if 
He  had  been  abroad  carousing  to  his  mates 
After  a  storm  :  quaffed  off  the  muscadel, 
And  threw  the  .-ops  all  in  the  sexton's  lace ! 
Ilavtng  no  other  reason,  — 
But  that  his  beard  grew  thin  and  Imngerly, 
And  seemed  to  ask  him  sops  as  he  was  drinking. 
This  done,  he  took  the  bride  about  the  neck  ; 
And  kissed  her  lips  with  such  a  clamorous  smack, 
That,  at  the  parting,  all  the  church  did  echo. 

Shakspea^e. 


FLORAS      ALBUM.  21 


Bundles  of  Reeds. 
at  U  S 1 0 . 

Music !    Oh  how  faint,  how  weak, 

Language  fades  before  thy  Bp  U  ! 
Why  should  Feeling  ever  speak, 

When  thou  canst  breathe  her  soul  so  well? 
Friendship's  balmy  words  may  feign, 

Love's  are  e'en  more  false  than  they  ; 
Oh  !  't  is  only  Music's  strain 

Can  sweetly  soothe,  and  not  betray. 

Thomas  Moore. 

The  man  that  hath  no  music  in  himself, . 
Nor  is  not  moved  with  concord  of  sweet  sounds, 
Is  fit  for  treasons,  stratagems,  and  spoils; 
The  motions  of  his  spirit  are  dull  as  night, 
And  his  affections  dark  as  Erebus: 
Let  no  such  man  be  trusted. 

SHAK8PEAEJE. 

Bring  Music  !  stir  the  brooding  air 

With  an  ethereal  breath  ! 
Bring  Bounds,  my  struggling  soul  to  bear 

Up  from,  lie  ';ouch  of  death  ! 

Mrs.  IIemans. 


22  flora's    album. 

Bramble. 

"  Wild  bramble  of  the  brake."  —  Elliott. 

REMORSE. 

But  Pedro,  at  that  dreadful  time, 

lie,  whose  stern  spirit,  unreclaimed, 

Nor  age  has  soothed,  nor  terror  tamed, 

Felt  all  the  errors  of  his  crime. 

Heaven's  chastening  vengeance  touched  his  breast, 

And  tears  his  deep  remorse  exprest, 

While  o'er  the  victim's  dark- veiled  brow 

Burst  from  his  soul  the  roice  of  woe. 

William  SoiHi.Br. 

#  *  *  # 

Memory  broods  o'er  me  like  a  tempest  cloud  ; 
Where,  on  her  lightning-win  .id  thought, 

And  dank  remoise  rolls  rumblingly  along, 
But  miser-like  withholds  the  giut  of  tears  ! 

In  anguish  gathering  up  his  strength, 

Remorse  !  remorse  !  he  cried ; 
Remorse !  engrave  it  with  my  name 

As  to  my  fame  allied. 

Mho.  Lockb. 


FLORA'S     A1BUM.  23 


Cai  nation,  Yellow. 

The  yellow  carnation  that  needeth  much  care, 
Less  handsome  and  fragrant  than  any  one  there. 

DISDAIN. 

He  sue  for  mercy  !     He  dismayed 

By  wild  words  of  a  timid  maid  ! 

He,  wronged  by  Venice,  vow  to  save 

Her  soil,  devoted  to  the  grave ! 

No,  —  though  that  cloud  were  thunder's  worst, 

And  charged  to  crush  him, —  let  it  burst ! 

Btbov. 

Ah !  cease,  —  those  fruitless  tears  restrain, 

I  go  misfortune  to  defy, 
To  smile  at  fate  with  proved  disdain, 

To  triumph,  —  not  to  die.  Mas.  Hemaot. 

Proudly  will  f  meet  thee, 

And  as  proudly  pass  thee  by  ; 
A  pitying  smile  may  greet  thee, 

But  I  '11  tremble  not,  not  I ; 
Deep,  deep  within  my  soul 

Let  every  sorrow  lie,  — 
Checked  be  the  rising  tear  ; 

And  hushed  be  every  sigh  ; 
For  proudly  will  I  meet  thee, 

And  as  proudly  pass  thee  by. 


24  FLCBA'8     album. 


Candy-Tuft. 

A  plant  first  brought  from   Candia;  snow-white  blos- 
soms ;  tnd  remains  unchanged  tliroughout  the  year. 

INDIFFERENCE. 

I  saw  a  man  who  had  sojourned  where 
The  Saviour  once  did  tabernacle.    He 
Familiar  was  with  Bethlehem,  Nazareth  ;  knew 
The  very  site  of  Jacob's  well ;  had  talked 
Where  Jesus  talked,  — was  intimate  with  all 
The  scene  of  his  sad  story.    Yea,  had  dwelt 
Hard  b}-  the  Garden,  and  his  daily  course 
Had  taken  o'er  the  soil  of  Calvary  ; 
And  yet  he  gaily  spake  of  these  ;  and  smiled, 
And  smoothed  his  chin  ;  and  twisted  in  his  hair 
His  dainty  fingers,  as  with  nonchalance 
He  took  upon  his  lips  these  sacred  names ; 
And  then  I  thought  a  man  might  ransack  heaven, 
Yet,  Gailio  like  care  not  for  all  these  things 

Wm.  B.  Tappak. 


-•*e§§§eG8g§§s*«>- 


floka's    album.  25 


Cherry,  Winter. 
DECEPTION. 

Deceive  no  more  thyself  and  me, 

Deceive  not  better  hearts  than  mine ; 
Ah !  shouldst  thou,  whither  wouldst  thou  flee 

From  woe  like  ours,  —  from  shame  like  thiue  ? 
Anl  if  there  be  a  wrath  divine, 

A  pang  beyond  this  fleeting  breath, 
E'en  now  all  future  hopes  resign, 

Such  thoughts  are  guilt,  —  such  guilt  is  death. 

Byron. 

Ah  that  deceit  should  steal  such  gentle  shapes, 
And  with  a  virtuous  vision  hide  deep  vice ! 

SdLVEEPEARE. 

It  flatters  and  deceives  thy  view, 
This  mirror  of  ill-polished  ore  ; 

For  were  it  just,  and  told  thee  true, 
Thou  wouldst  consult  it  never  more. 

Wm.  Cowier. 


FLORA'S      ALBUM. 


Cinquefoil. 

PARENTAL    LOVE. 

Haal  ;hou  sounded  the  depths  of  yonder  Bea, 
And  counted  the  sands  that  under  it  be  ? 
Hast  thou  measured  the  height  of  heaven  above? 
Then  may'st  thou  mete  out  a  mother's  love. 

Hast  thou  talked  with  the  blessed  of  leading  on 
To  the  throne  of  God  some  wandeiing  son? 
Hast  thou  witne^d  the  angel's  bright  employ  ? 
Then  may'st  thou  speak  of  a  mothers  joy. 

Hast  thoujgone  with  the  traveller  in  thought,  afar, 
From  pole  to  pole,  and  from  star  to  star  ? 
Thou  hast ;  but  on  ocean,  earth,  or  sea, 
The  heart  of  a  mother  has  gone  with  thee. 

There  is  not  a  grand,  inspiring  thought, 
There  is  not  a  truth  by  wisdom  taught, 
Tnere  is  not  a  feeling  pure  and  high, 
That  may  not  be  read  in  a  mother's  wye. 

There  are  teachings  on  earth  and  sky  and  air, 
The  heavens  the  glory  of  God  declare ; 
But  louaer  than  voice  beneath,  above, 
He  is  heard  to  speak  in  a  mother's  love. 

Mas.  Hemans. 


flora's    album.  27 


Convolvulus  Minor. 
NIGHT. 

I  love  the  light,  —  yet  welcome,  Night ! 

For,  beneath  thy  darkling  fall, 
The  troubled  bre  .    1  ia  rest, 

And  the  slaTe  forgets  bis  thrall. 

The  roar  of  the  city  is  dying  fast, 

Its  tongues  no  longer  thrill ; 
The  burning  tread  is  faint  at  last, 

The  artisan's  hammer  is  elilL 

Night  steals  apace.     She  rules  supreme  ; 

A  hallowed  calm  is  shed  ; 
No  footstep  breaks,  no  whisper  wakes,  — 

'T  is  the  silence  of  the  dead. 

The  hollow  bay  of  a  distant  dog 

Bids  drowsy  who  start ; 
The  chiming  hour  from  an  old  church  to\*er 

Strikes  fearfully  on  die  heart. 

All  spirits  are  bound  iu  slumber  sound, 
Save  those  o'er  a  death-bed  weeping; 

Or  the  soldier  one 

His  guard  by  the  wat  h-lire  keeping. 

Eliza  Cook. 


28  FLORA'S     ALBUM. 

Crown  Imperial. 

A  pUnt  rf  majestic  deportment  and  brilliant  colors. 

PRIDE    OF    BIRTH. 

My  mi  ther,  if  thou  love  me,  name  no  more 
My  noble  birth.     Bounding  at  every  breath 
My  noble  birth  !  thou  kill'st  me.     Thither  fly, 
As  to  their  only  refuge,  all  from  whom 
Nature  withholds  all  good  besides  ;  they  boast 
Their  noble  birth,  conduct  us  to  the  tombs 
Of  their  forefathers,  and  from  age  to  age 
Ascending,  trumpet  their  illustrious  race: 
But  whom  has  thou  beheld,  or  canst  thou  name, 
Derived  from  no  forefather  ?     Such  a  man 
Lives  not;  for  how  could  such  be  horn  at  all? 
And  if  it  chance  that,  native  of  a  land 
Far  distant,  or  in  infancy  deprived 
Of  all  his  kindred,  one  who  cannot  trace 
Hi«  origin,  exist,  why  deem  him  sprung 
From  baser  ancestry  than  theirs  who  can?  ■ 
My  mother!  he  whom  nature  at  his  birth. 
Endowed  with  virtuous  qualities,  although 
An  E:'aiop  and  a  slave,  is  nobly  born. 

Wm.  Cowpmu 


flora's    iiiicM  29 


Ci'OCllS. 

"  On  maBf  a  desolating  pile, 
Brightening  decay  with  beauty's  smile."  —  Bast  OS. 

CHEERFULNESS.  —  SMILES. 

Oh  !  why  delight  to  wrap  the  soul 

In  pall  of  fancied  Bath 
'T  were  be^t  be  merry  while  we  live, 

And  paint  our  cheeks  with  gladness. 
What  if  hope  tells  a  ;>  flattering  tale," 

And  mocks  us  by  deceiving, 
'T  is  better  far  to  be  ('(intent : 

There  's  nothing  made  by  grieving. 

The  girls.  Heaven  bless  their  precious  souls ! 

Are  thick  as  bees  about  us  ; 
And  every  mother  s  son  well  knows,  — 

They  could  not  do  without  us  : 
They  're  dangerous  though  to  meddle  with, 

For  they  too  are  deceiving  ; 
They  '11  win  and  laugh,  then  flirt  you,  —  yet 

There's  nothing  made  by  grieving. 

LA  WHENCE    LABR£K. 


8ft  flora's    album. 


Columbine. 
DESERTION. 

Dear  me  !  I  felt  a  trifle 

When  all  cried  out,  "  What  have  you  ion* !  n 
For,  bu 

But  who  "d  take  up  with  number  one? 
So,  vivc  Vmnour!  I  gaily  cried, 

And  he,  poor  wretch,  was  soon  forgot, 
For  I  'd  a  hundre  I  -"ide : 

Was  I  right,  or  was  I  not  ? 

Bat.  now  't  is  come  into  my  head, 

Thnt  I  must  growdi  screej  and  ??.ge  ; 
For  I  here  <  ve  flad, 

And  I  approach  "  a  certain  age." 
Bo  the  next  offer,  —  that  's  my  plan, — 

I  '11  nail  decisive  on  the  spot ; 
T  is  time  that  I  'd  secured  my  man  : 

Am  I  right,  or  am  I  not  ? 

But  ah  !  though  gladly  I  'd  say  "  Yes," 

The  looks  of  all  the  men  say  "  No." 
Who  wouid  have  thought  't  would  come  to  this? 

But  mother  saj  s,  "  I  told  you  so  !  " 
Friends,  lorei  a,  now  are  gone  ; 

Not  one  is  left  of  all  the  lot ; 
And  I  'm  a  "  maiden  all  forlorn  !  " 

Ib  it  right,  or  is  it  not  ? 


flora's    album.  81 

Clematis,  English. 

A  Tint,  bearing  white  and  pale-blue  flowen. 

TRAVELER'S    JOY. 

In  th?  depths  of  the  desert,  when  lonely  and  drear, 
The  sands  round  the  desolate  traveler  appear, 
The  splendor  of  day  gives  no  aid  to  his  path, 
For  landmark  nor  compass  the  traveler  hath : 
But  when  Dight  sheds  her  shadow  and  coolness 

around, 
Then  hark  !  how  the  hells  of  the  camel  resound! 
For  the  traveler  is  up  when  the  star  sheds  its  ray ; 
T  is  the  light  of  his  hope,  't  is  the  guide  of  his  way. 

And  what  is  this  world,  hut  a  wilderness  vast  ? 
Where  few  leave  a  trace  o'er  the  was'e  they  hare 

passed ; 
And  many  are  lost  in  their  noonday  of  pride, 
That  shines  forth  to  dazzle,  but  seldom  to  guide. 
Oh  !  blest  is  *.he  fate  of  the  one  who  hath  found 
Borne   bailor  to  guide  through  the    wildernefli 

round  ; 
Aid  such  T  hr\ve  found,  my  beloved  one,  in  thee; 
For  thou  art  the  star  of  the  desert  to  me. 

Samuel  Lotcr. 


flora's    album. 


Corchonis. 

IMPATIENCE    OF    ABSENCE. 

Oh  that  the  day  were  gone,  and  men 

Were  lost  in  slumbers  balmy  power! 
Oh  that  the  night  were  come,  for  then 

She  said  she  'd  meer,  me  in  the  bower ! 
And  if  the  sun  would  only  set 

Behind  the  blue  and  mantling  sea,  — 
But  the  west  seems  receding  yet, 

And  brings  no  food  for  hope  to  me. 

Oh  that  the  night  were  come,  uid  she 

"Were  by  my  side !  —  her  hazel  eye, 
And  the  deep  witchery  of  her  free 

And  playful  lip  !  —  the  bright,  and  high, 
And  changing  color  of  her  cheek,  — 

These  have  wrought  in  my  soul ;  unblest, 
They  leave  a  pang  too  strong  to  speak, 

And  night  can  only  bring  me  rest. 

#  t  *  * 

But  oh !  how  slow  the  sun  goes  o'er, 

As  if  its  home  were  fixed  above ! 
And  yet  until  the  day  u>  g:>ne, 

I  cannot  speak  with  her  I  love. 

J.  0.  ROCKWJUi. 


r™ 

FL3BA'S     ALBUM.  88 


Coboea. 
GOSSIPS. 

The  tea  goes  round,  —  the  gossips  drink,  —  and  then 
They  're  all  excitement,  —  how  their  tongues  whirl 
round !  — 

My  feehle,  faltering,  dilatory  pen 
Grows  half  affrighted   mid  the  Label  sound. 

Now  changed  the  subject,  —  and  they  freely  tell 
Their  neighbors'  faults,  and  qulteforget  their  own  J 

Pronounce  as  scamp  and  vagrant,  Mr.  Nell, 
And  vow  as  such,  he  does  not  stand  alone. 

Pore  scandal  now !  and  village  gossip  flows 
In  rich  profusion  from  each  nimble  tongue  : 

Each  all  the  secrets  of  her  neighbor  knows, 
And  wonders  when  her  praises  will  be  sung. 

And  th«*n  foretells,  how  that  some  city  youth 
Will  waste  his  midnight  oil,  to  write  a  sonnet 

About  her  beauty  and  her  matchless  worth, 
With  sundry  hints  about  her  cottage  bonnet ; 

And  'bout  the  wedding  day,  —  confound  this  quill ; 

'T  is  all  used  up  in  writing  these  few  ryhnies ; 
No  matter,  — it  has  got  these  gossips  still, 

And  left  its  marks  amid  these  twenty  lines. 

Jdhn  S.  Atams. 


„_.:£..&  'B    album. 
Coreopsis. 

A  brighi  yellow  fower,  in  bloom  from  Jnne  till  autumn. 
LOVE    AT    FIRST    SIGHT. 

Let  no  one  say,  that  there  is  need 

Of  time,  for  love  to  grow ; 
Ah,  no  !  the  love  that  kills,  indeed, 

Despatches  at  a  blow. 

The  spark,  which  but  by  slow  degrees 

Is  nursed  into  a  flame, 
Is  habit,  friendship,  what  you  please; 

But  love  is  not  its  name. 

For  love  to  be  completely  true, 

It  death  at  sight  should  deal ; 
Should  be  the  first  one  "ver  knew  , 

In  short  be  that  I  feel. 

To  write,  to  sigh,  and  to  converse, 

For  years  to  play  the  fool, 
T  is  to  put  passion  out  to  nurse, 
And  send  one's  heart  to  school. 
Tnxn  dated  from  the  Spanish  of  Lope  de  Vega^ 
by  Lord  Holland 


FLORA'S     ALBUM 


Cross  of  Jeruea' 


DEVOTION. 


Devoted  she,  and  day  by  day 

Over  Llis  couch  did  watching  bend  ; 

And  when  his  spirit  passed  away, 
Her  soul  with  his  would  fain  ascend. 

She  loved  him  well,  and  wafohpd  with  care 
The  earth,  that  made  his  grave,  for  years  ; 

She  planted  fairest  flowers  there, 
And  wet  them  with  Devotion's  t/^rs. 

And  well  they  grew  ;  each  blooming  flower 
Filled  her  heart  with  sad  emotion  ; 

Yet  there  she  watched,  from  hour  to  hour, 
Living  proof  of  true  devotion. 

John  S.  Adams. 


86  FLORA'S      ALBUM. 


Cypress. 

"  The  mournful  cypress  rises  round, 
Tapering  from  the  burial  ground. n 

Lire  aw 

DEATH. 

Be  not  afraid  ; 

'T  is  but  a  pang,  and  then  a  thrill, 
A  fever  fit,  and  then  a  chill, 
And  then  an  end  of  human  ill, 
For  thou  art  dead. 

The  chamber  -where  the  good  man  meets  his  fat* 

Is  privileged  beyond  the  common  walk 

Of  virtuous  life,  quite  in  the  verge  of  heaven. 

Young 
Death,  — 

The  portal,  opening  into  Paradise  ; 
Where  grace,  that  in  the  bud  was  here  below, 
Into  the  flower  of  glory  straight  shall  blow. 

Francis  Taylor.    1658 

Think,  motner !  while  sweet  tears  are  shed, 
Eow  blessed  are  the  early  dead ! 

W.  B.  Tappan 


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PLOT'S     iUDJI.  87 


Daisy; 

"  The  Daisy  never  d>°s."  —  Mo^toomikt. 
INNOCENCE. 

My  heart  grew  softer  as  I  gazed  upon 

That  youthful  mother,  as  she  soothed  to  rest, 
With  a  low  song,  her  loved  and  cherished  one,  — 

The  bud  of  promise  on  her  gentle  breast ; 
For  't  is  a  sight  that  angel  ones  above 

May  stot  o  to  gaze  on  from  their  bowers  of  bliss, 
When  Innocence  upon  the  breast  of  Love 

Is  cradled  in  a  sinful  world  like  this. 

Mrs.  Amelia  Wilbt. 

Yet  Innocence  may  still  be  seen 
In  childhood's  presence.    Who  can  gase, 

Unmoved  upon  that  brow,  serene, 
That  agile  form,  those  witching  ways, 

That  playfulness  of  tiny  mirth, 
That  lively  joy,  —  and  not  confess 

That  Innocence,  still  found  on  earth, 
Doth  nestle  In  a  child's  caress. 

Wm.  B.  Tappak. 


ri'HA    !     ALBUM . 

Daisy,  Michaelmas. 

*  Daisies,  ye  flowers  of  lowly  birth."  —  Class. 
FAREWELL. 

When  eyes  are  beaming 

What  never  tongue  can  tell-, 
When  tears  are  streaming 

From  their  crystal  cell ; 
When  hands  are  linked  that  dread  to  part, 
And  heart  is  met  by  throbbing  heart, 
Oh  !  bitter,  bitter  Is  the  smart 

Of  them  that  bid  fareivell! 

When  hope  is  chidden 

That  fain  of  bliss  would  tell, 
And  love  forbidden 

In  the  breast  to  dwell ; 
When,  fettered  by  a  viewless  chain, 
We  turn  and  ^aze,  and  turn  again, 
Oh !  death  were  mercy  to  the  pain 

Of  them  that  bid  farewell .' 

Bishop  ^Tkbfs 


FLORA'S      ALBUM, 


Dandelion. 

"Thine  the  dandelion  flowers, 
Gilt  with  dew,  like  sun  with  showers."  — ■  Claks. 

COQUETRY. 

For  such  are  the  fcirs 

Of  these  fanciful  fairs, 
They  tUnk  all  our  homage  a  debt ; 

Yet  a  partial  neglect 

Soou  takes  an  effect, 
And  humbles  the  proudest  coquette. 

Then  quit  her,  my  friend ! 

Your  bosom  defend, 
Ere  quite  with  her  snares  you  're  beset ; 

Lest  your  deep  wounded  heart, 

When  incensed  by  the  smart, 
Should  lead  you  to  curse  tho  coquette. 

BlBOU. 

Oh !  there  are  some 
Can  trifle,  in  cold  vanity,  -with  all 
The  warm  soul's  precious  throbs  ;  to  whom  it  is 
A  triumph,  that-  a  fond,  devoted  heart 
Is  breaking  for  them  ;  who  can  hear  to  call 
Young  flowers  into  beauty,  and  then  cru-sh  them. 

L.  E.  Landon. 


40  flora's    album. 


Dead  Leaves. 

*■  After  a  Reason  gay  and  brief, 
Condemned  to  fade  and  flee." 

Montgomery 

SADNESS. 

He.*  heart  was  pad,  for  she  bent  above 
The  grave  of  liim  whom  she  well  did  love  ; 
For  years  had  passed  since  their  plighted  vow, 
And  she  could  not  think  of  a  parting  now. 

She  had  watched  in  sickness,  been  constant  nigh 
She  fain  with  him  would  lie  down  and  die  ; 
'Dead  leaves  were  thick  strown,  that  grave,  around , 
And  rustled  by  with  a  mournful  sound. 

The  sexton  was  there  with  his  worn  spade, 
His  snow-white  locks  in  the  wild  wind  played  ; 
She  rose  from  that  grave,  —  she  saw  him  near, 
And  bade  him  a  stone  of  remembrance  rear. 

'T  was    asked,  what  memento  that  stone  should 

grace; 
Ad 3.  as  tears  rolled  down  her  care-worn  face, 
She  answered,  as  grief  her  heart  did  fill : 
"  Carve  these  words  alone,  — '  Hove  him  stillS  " 

John  S.  Adamb. 


flora's    album.  41 

Eglantine,  or  Sweet  Briar. 

PCETRY. 

The  world  is  full  oi  poetry,  —  the  air 

Is  living  with  ita  spirit ;  and  the  waves 

Dance  to  the  music  of  its  melodies, 

And  BparLie  in  its  brightness.    Earth  is  veiled 

And  mantled  with  its  beauty  ;  and  the  wails, 

That  close  the'universe  with  crystal  in, 

Are  eloquent  with  voices,  that  proclaim 

The  unseen  glories  of  immensity, 

In  hirmonies  too  perfect  and  too  high, 

For  aught  but  beings  of  celestial  mould, 

And  speak  to  man  in  one  eternal  hymn, 

Unfading  beauty,  and  unyielding  power. 

James  G.  Perctvai. 

What  to  us  were  this  world  and  its  burden  of  care. 
But  a  fetter  of  clay,  that  in  slavery  bound  us  ; 

Were  our  troubles  not  soothed  by  the  smiles  of  tba 
fair, 
And  if  Foetry  spread  not  its  magic  around  us  ? 

Oh  !  "Woman  and  Poetry,  each  is  a  treasure, 
A  mine  cf  delight  that  enriches  life's  span  ; 

The  first  is  a  ministering  angel  of  pleasure  ; 
While  the  gift  of  the  next  makes  an  angel  of  man ! 


42  flora's    album. 

Fig  Marygold. 

"  The  Maiygold  that  goes  to  bed  with  the  Sun." 

IDLENESS. 

The  rain  is  playing  its  soft  pleasant  tune 
Fitfully  on  the  Bky-light,  and  the  shade 
Of  the  f;;-  .bis  across  mj  bcok 

Passes  with  d  tge.     My  merry  fire 

Sings  cheerfully  to  itself  ;  my  musing  cat 
Pun-;  as  she  wakes  from  her  unquiet  sleep, 
And  looks  into  my  face  as  if  she  felt 
Like  me  the  gentle  influence  of  the  rain. 
Here  have  I  sat  since  morn,  reading  sometimes, 
And  sometimes  listening  to  the  faster  fall 
Of  the  large  drops,  —  or,  rising  with  thh  stir 
Of  an  unbidden  thought,  have  walkei  awhile, 
With  the  slow  steps  of  indolence,  my  room  ; 
And  then  sat  down  composedly  again 
To  my  quaint  books  of  olden  poetry. 
It  is  a  kind  of  idleness,  I  know  ; 
And  T  am  said  to  be  an  idle  man, 
And  it  is  very  true. 

N.  P.  Wolis. 


FlO&A'fc      ALBUM.  18 


Fi.  Bering  Reed. 

CONFIDENCE   IN    HEAVEN. 

Let  the  scholar  and  divine 

Tell  us  how  to  pray  aright 
Let  the  truths  of  gospel  shine 

With  their  precious  hallowed  light : 
But  the  prayer  a  mother  taught 

Is  to  me  a  matchless  one ; 
Eloquent  aud  spirit-fraught 

Are  the  words,  —  "  Thy  will  be  dotu.n 

I  have  searched  the  sacred  page, 
I  have  heard  the  godly  speech , 

But  the  lore  of  saint  or  sage 
Nothing  holier  can  teach. 

They  have  served  in  pressing  need, 

Ilave  nerved  my  heart  in  every  task  ; 
And  howsoe'er  my  breast  may  bleed, 

No  other  balm  of  prayer  I  ask. 
When  my  whitened  lips  declare 

Life's  last  sands  have  almost  run, 
May  the  dying  breath  they  bear 

jilurniur  forth,  —  " Thy  will  be  dj««." 

Eliza  Ccok 


44  flora's    a.  bum. 


Forget  me  Not. 

"  "When  j'er  she  breaks  a  small  blue  flower, 
And  says, '  Forget  me  not  I '  the  power 
I  feel,  though  far  away."  —  Goethe. 

TRUE   LOVE 

Oh  !  what  was  love  made  for,  if  't  is  not  the  soma 
Thro' joy  and  thro'  torment,  thro'  glory  and  shame? 
I  know  not,  I  ask  not,  if  guilt 's  in  that  heart, 
I  but  know  that  I  love  thee,  whatever  thou  art. 

Thomas  Moore. 

Preams  of  fame  and  grandeur 

End  in  bitter  tears  ; 
True  love  grows  the  fonder 

By  the  lapse  of  years. 
Time,  and  change,  and  troubles, 

Meaner  ties  unbind ; 
But  the  love  redoubles 

True  9  flection  twined.  ANON. 

Hi«  words  are  bonds,  his  oaths  «re  oracles  ; 
His  love  sincere,  his  thoughts  immaculate  ; 
His  tears,  pure  messengers  wnt  from  his  heart ; 
His  heart  as  far  from  fraud  as  heaven  from  ear*h. 

Shakspearb. 


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Fraxinella. 

FIRE. 

Blandly  glowing,  richly  bright, 
Cheering  star  of  social  light ; 
While  I  gently  heap  it  higher, 
How  I  bless  thee,  sparkling  fire  ! 
Who  loves  not  the  kindling  rays 
Streaming  from  the  tempered  blaze? 
Wl.    can  sit  beneath  his  hearth, 
Dead  to  feeling,  stern  to  mirth  ? 
Who  can  watch  the  crackling  pile, 
And  keep  his  bre;ist  all  cold  the  while  ? 
Fire  is  good,  but  it  most  serve: 
Keep  it  thralled,  —  for  if  it  swerve 
Into  freedom's  open  path, 
What  shall  check  its  maniac  wrath? 
Where 's  the  tongue  that  can  pre  claim 
The  fearful  work  of  curbless  flame  ? 
*  *  *  * 

Listen,  youth !  nor  scorn  nor  frown, 
Thou  must  chain  thy  passions  down. 
Well  to  serve,  but  ill  to  sway, 
Like  the  fire  they  must  obey. 

Eliza  Cooi. 


46  FLORA'8     albcm, 


EvergTeen. 

POVERTY. 

"Would  ye  \^io  live  in  psJace  h&lls, 

With  servants  round  to  wait, 
Know  s"-ht  of  him  who  craving  falls 

Before  thine  outer  pate? 
Come  with  me  when  the.  piercing  blast 

Is  whistling  wild  and  free ; 
Ulien  muffled  forma  are  hurrying  past, 

And  then  his  portion  see. 

I  Ml  lerul  thee  through  the  narrow  lanes, 

To  a  dwelling  dark  and  damp, 
Where  the  poor  man  strives  to  ease  his  pains  ; 

Where  by  a  feeble  lamp 
The  worse  than  widowed  mother,  long 

Doth  her  busy  needle  ply, 
Whilst  round  her,  children  anxious  throng, 

And  for  a  morsel  cry. 

Come  with  me  then  in  such  an  hour, 

To  such  a  place,  and  pee 
That  He  who  gave  thee  wealth,  gave  power 

To  stay  such  misery  ; 
Come  with  me,  —  nor  with  empty  hand. 

Ope'  thou  the  poor  man's  door  ; 
Come,  with  fbe  produce  of  thy  land, 

And  thou  find:  gather  more,         J.  S.  Adams. 


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Eupatoriam. 

DELAY. 


1    ^ 


*  Delays  are  dangerous,"  brothe 
Perchance  to-morrow's  sun 
May  never  rise  to  greet  thee  ; 
So  -what  thou  'dst  do.  —  have  dune. 

Dangers  lie  thick  around  thee, 

Thy  course  may  near  be  run  ; 
Do  what  thou  would  'st  do,  b/o  her, 

And  have  thy  duty  doue 

Then  If  to-morrow  cometh, 

Thou  wilt  not  murh  rfegrt  t ' 
But  if  thy  life  departeth, 

In  peace  thy  sun  shall  ;et 

Do  what  thou  would'st  do,  brother, 

No  longer  dare  delay  ; 
For  thine  is  not  the  morrow  ; 

Have  duty  done  to-day. 

John  S.  Anttts. 


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48  flora's    album. 

Garden  Marigold. 

A.  bright  yellow  flower,  once  held  sacred  to  Venn*. 
SACRED    AFFECTION. 

Oh  !  in  the  varied  scenes  of  life, 

Is  there  a  joy  so  sweet, 
As  when  amid  its  husy  strife 

Congenial  spirits  meet  ? 

Feelings  and  thoughts,  a  fairy  bancL, 

Long  hid  from  mortal  sight, 
Then  start,  to  meet  the  master  hard, 

That  calld  them  into  light. 

When,  turning  o'er  fome  gifted  page, 

liow  fondly  do  we  piuse, 
That  dear  companion  to  engage 

In  answering  applause ! 

And  when  we  list  to  Music's  6igh, 

How  sweet,  at  every  tone, 
Ti  read  within  another's  eye 

The  raptor*  i  f  our  own. 


— =£©S 


fLORA'8     ALBUM.  49 

Geranium,  Mourning. 
DESPONDENCY. 

He  led  her  to  the  altar, 

But  the  bride  wis  not  his  chosen  ; 
He  led  her.  wtth  a  baud  as  cold 

As  though  its  pulse  had  frozen. 
Flowers  were  crushed  beneath  his  tread, 

A  gilded  dome  was  o'er  him  ; 
But  his  hrow  was  damp,  and  his  lips  were  pale, 

As  the  uiarhle  steps  before  hhn. 

His  soul  was  sadly  dreaming 

Of  one  he  had  hoped  to  cherish  ; 
Of  a  name  and  form  that  the  sacred  rites, 

Beginning,  told  must  perish, 
lie  gazed  not  on  the  stars  and   -ems 

Of  those  who  circled  round  J\u\ ; 
But  trembled  a*  his  lips  gave  torch 

The  words  that  falsely  bound  him. 

*  *  #  # 

Despair  had  fixed  upon  his  broit 

Its  deepest,  saddest  token  ; 
And  the  bloodless  cheek,  the  stilled  sigh, 

Betrayed  his  heart  was  broken. 

Eliza  Cook. 


50  jlora's    album, 


Guelder  Rose. 

WINTER. 

I  deem  tliee  not  unlovely,  though  thou  com'st 
With  a  stern  visage.     To  the  tuneful  bird, 
The  blushing  (lower,  the  rejoicing  stream, 
Thy  discipline  is  harsh.     But  unto  man 
Methinkfl  thou  hast  a  kindlier  ministry. 
Thy  lengthened  eve  is  full  of  Greside  joys, 
And  deathless  linking  of  warm  heart  to  heart, 
So  that  the  hoarse  storm  passes  by  unheard. 

L.  II.  Sigouknit. 

Old  Winter  is  a  frolicksome  fellow  I  wot ; 

He  is  wild  in  his  humor,  and  free; 
.He  '11  whistle  along  for  the  "want  of  thought," 
And     t  all  the  warmth  of  your  furs  at  naught, 
And  ruffle  the  laces  the  pretty  girls  bought ; 

For  a  frolicksome  fellow  is  he. 

A  cunning  old  fellow  is  Winter,  they  say,  — 

A  cunning  old  fellow  is  he  ; 
He  peeps  in  crevices  day  by  day, 
To  see  how  we  are  passing  our  time  away, 
And  mark  all  our  doings  from  grave  to  gay,— • 

I  'm  afraid  he  is  peeping  at  me. 

Hugh  Moobe. 


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Hackmetack. 

SINGLE    BLESSEDNESS. 

He  meets  the  smile  of  young  and  old,  he  wins  the 

praise  of  all, 
He  is  feasted  r,t  t\.3  banquet,  and  distinguished  at 

the  ball ; 
When  town  grows  dull  and  sultry,  he  may  fly  to 

green  retreats, 
A  welcome  visitor  in  turn  at  twenty  country  seats  ; 
He  need  not  seek  society,  for,  do  what'er  he  can, 
Invitations  and  attentions  will  pursue  the  single 

man. 

Fathers  and  brothers  anxiously  attempt  his  taste  to 
suit; 

O'er  manors  without  number  't  is  his  privilege  to 
shoot ; 

Political  opponents  to  his  principles  concede  ; 

He  quafls  the  finest  burgundy,  he  Tides  the  fleetest 
steed; 

And  never  yet  were  families,  since  first  the  world 
began, 

United,  blest,  and  fond  as  those  who  court  the  sin- 
gle man. 

Metropolitan  Magazine 


52  flora's    a  l  d  d  m  . 


Hawthorn. 

"No-*  Hawthorns  blossom,  now  the  Daisies  spring." 

Pops. 
HOPE. 

Fair  Hope,  with  light  and  buoyant  form, 
Came  smiling  through  the  clouds  of  care  ; 

Glanced  bright  defiance  ou  the  storm, 
Aud  hung  her  bow  of  promise  there. 

Mrs.  Osgood, 

Once  on  a  time,  from  scenes  of  light, 
An  angel  winged  his  airy  (light  ; 
Down  to  this  earth,  in  haste  he  came, 
Ami  wrote,  in  lines  of  living  Same, 
These  words  on  every  thing  lie  met, 
u  Cheer  up.  be  not  discouraged  yet !  " 

Then  back  to  heaven  with  speed  he  flew, 
And  tuned  his  golden  harp  anew  ; 
Whilst  the  angelic  tluong  came  round, 
To  catch  the  soul-inspiring  sound  ; 
And  heaven  was  tilled  wirh  new  delight, 
Jor  IloP£  had  been  to  earth  that  night. 

J(  UN  S     A.DAM8. 


FLORA'S      ALBUM.  63 


Heath. 

"  A  heath's  green  wild  lay  present  to  his  view, 
With  shrubs  and  field-flowers  decked  of  varied  hus." 

SOLITUDE. 

To  sit  on  rock/  ,  to  muse  o'er  flood  and  fell, 
To  slowly  trace  the  forest's  shady  scene, 
Where  things  that  own  not  mans  dominion  dwell, 
And  mortal  foot  hath  ne'er,  or  rarely  been  ; 
To  climb  the  trackless  mountain  all  unseen, 
With  the  wild  flock  that  never  needs  a  fold ; 
Alone  o'er  steeps  and  foaming  falls  to  lean ;  — 
This  is  not  solitude  ;  't  is  but  to  ho'd 
Con.  «rse  with  nature's  charms,  and  see  her  stores 
unrolled. 

But  midst  the  crowd,  the  hum,  the  shock  of  men. 
To  hear,  to  see,  to  feel,  and  to  possess, 
And  roam  along,  the  world's  tired  denizen, 
With  none  to  bless  us,  none  whom  we  can  bless. 
Minions  of  splendor  shrinking  from  distr; 
None  that,  with  kindred  consciousness  endued, 
If  we  were  not,  would  seem  to  smile  the  less 
Of  all  that  flattered,  followed,  sough  *  and  sued  ; 
This  in  to  be  alone  ;  this-  t  us  is  solitude  ! 

BrnoN. 


64  flora's    alb  ex. 


Helenium, 

T  E  A  Ii  S  . 

When  Friendship  or  Love,  our  sympathies  more  ; 

Wht-n  Truth  in  a  glance  should  appear ; 
The  lips  may  beguile  with  a  dimple  or  smile, 

But  the  test  of  Affection  's  a  Tear. 

Too  oft  is  a  smile  but  the  hypocrite's  wile, 

To  mark  detestation  or  fear  ; 
Give  me  the  soft  sigh,  whilst  the  soul-telling  eye 

Is  dimmed,  for  a  time,  with  a  Tear. 

Though  my  vows  I  can  pour  to  my  Mary  no  more, 

My  Mary,  —  to  love  once  so  dear ; 
In  the  shade  of  her  bowur,  I  rcme-nber  the  hour 

She  rewarded  those  vows  with  a  Tear. 

When  my  soul  wings  her  flight  to  the  regions  of 
night, 

And  my  corse  shall  recline  c  n  its  bier ; 
As  ye  pass  by  the  tomb,  where  my  ashes  consume, 

Oh !  moisten  their  dust  with  a  Tear. 

May  no  marble  bestow  the  splendor  of  woe, 

"\rhich  the  children  of  vanity  rear 
No  fiction  of  fame  shall  blazon  my  name ; 

All  I  ask,  all  I  wish,  is  a  Tear.  Bteoh. 


JLOBA'S     ALBUM.  65 

Houstonia. 

A  little  blue  flower,  very  common  LiKen  England. 

CONTENT. 

Unfit  for  greatness,  I  her  snares  defy, 
And  look  on  riches  with  untainted  eye. 
To  others  let  the  glittering  baubles  fall, 
Content  shall  place  us  far  above  them  all. 

Chuecuill. 

Cot  tentment  gives  a  crown, 
Where  fortune  hath  denied  it. 

Thomas  Ford. 

I  swear  't  is  better  to  be  lowly  born 
And  range  with  humble  livers  in  conte?it, 
Than  to  be  perked  up  in  a  ^listeuing  grief, 
And  wear  a  golden  sorrow. 

SnAKSP£<as. 

There  is  a  jewel  which  no  Indian  mine  can  buy 
No  chemic  art  cau  counterfeit ; 

It  makes  men  rich  ia  greatest  poverty, 
Mi  es  water  wine,  turns  wooden  cups  to  gold, 
The  homely  whistle  to  sweet  music's  strain  ; 
Seldom  it  comes,  to  few  from  heaven  sent. 
That  much  in  little,  —  ail  in  nought,  —  content 


69  ploba's    j  lbuk 

Honeys  uckle.    Trumpet. 
I    HAVE    DREAMED    OF    THEE. 

I  dreamed  of  thee  last  night,  love, 
And  I  thought  that  one  came  down 

From  scenes  of  aruVe  light,  love, 
The  most  beautiful  to  crown. 

He  wandered  forth  where  diamonds 

And  jewels  rich  and  rare 
Shone  brightly  'mid  the  glittnfrig  thiong, 

Yet  crowned  no  one  there. 

He  passed  by  all  others, 
Tin  to  where  thou  stood; 

And  crowned  thee  as  most  beautiful 
Because  thou  wast  so  good  ; 

And  said,  as  there  he  crowned  thee, 

That  goodness  did  excel 
The  jewels  all  around  thee 

In  which  beauty  seemed  to  dwell. 

For  goodness  is  t1"    jeautv 

Which  '  jj  forever  la>t ; 
Then,  crowning  thee  most  beautiful, 

From  earth  to  heaven  he  passed. 

John  S.  Adams. 

I 


flora's    album.  57 

Hydrangea. 

A  plant,  the  flowers  of  which  are  of  a  changeable  has. 
HEAATLESSNESS. 

Yes.  farewell '    farewell  forever  ! 

Thou  thyself  dast  fixed  our  doom, 
Bade  hi  /  •  -s  sim  ■  m  wither, 

Never  more  for  me  to  bfedm. 
u  Unforgiving  *'  thou  hast  called  me, 

Didst  thou  ever  say  "forgive 
For  the  wretch  whose  wiles  el   hrallec  thee, 

Thou  didst  seem  alone  to  live. 

Wrapt  in  dreams  of  joy  a'. i  ling, 

On  thy  breast  my  head  hath  lain; 
In  thy  love  and  truth  confiding, 

Bliss  I  cannot  know  again. 

He  in  whom  my  soul  delighted, 

From  his  heart  my  image  drove, 
With  contempt  my  love  reunited, 

And  preferred  a  wanton's  love. 
But.  farewell '.  —  I  "11  not  upbraid  thee, 

Never,  never  wish  thee  ill: 
Wretched  though  thy  crimes  have  made  me, 

If  then  canst,  —  be  happy  still. 


68  flora's    allum. 


Hyacintli. 

"  The  melancholy  hyacinth  that  weeps 
All  night,  and  never  lifts  an  eye  all  day." 

IIUED. 

GRIEF. 

*        *        I  found  her  on  the  floor   . 
In  all  the  storm  of  grief,  yet  beautiful ; 
Pouring  forth  tears  at  such  a  lavish  rate, 
That,  were  the  world  on  fire,   they  might   hate 

drowned 
The  wrath  of  Heaven,  and  quenched  the  mighty 

ruin.  Lsk. 

■  There  is  a  grief  that  cannot  feel ; 

It  leaves  a  wound  that  will  not  heal. 

M.ONTGOMEBY. 

The  withered  frame,  the  ruined  mind, 
The  wreck  by  passion  left  behind, 
A  shriveled  scroll,  a  scattered  leaf, 
Seared  by  the  autumn  blast  of  grief. 

Btbom. 

Of  her  spirit's  grief 
She  never  spake. 

Mas.  Sisjdrney. 


J  L  )I1A'S     album.  53 

Indian  Cress. 

A  very  showy  orange  blossoming  vine. 
RESIGNATION. 

Sweet  the  hour  of  tribulation, 
Wheu  the  heart  can  freely  sigh 

And  the  tear  of  resignation 
Twinkles  in  the  mournful  eye. 

MONTaCMEBT. 

But  He,  who  gave  thee  vital  breath, 
Sovereign  supreme  of  life  and  death ! 

Has  visited  thy  frame 
With  sickness,  which  forbodes  thy  end ; 
And  heavenward  now  thy  prospects  tend, 
And  soon  thy  spirit  must  ascend 

To  God,  from  whence  it  came. 

Well,  He  is  good  !  and  surely  thou 
May'st  weft  in  resignation  bow, 

And  gratefully  confess, 
That  this,  his  awful  wise  decree, 
Though  hard  to  us,  Is  kiud  to  thee  ; 
Since  Death's  dark  porous  will  but  bw 

The  gate  of  happiness. 

Bernard  Babtom. 


60  FLORA'S      A1BOM. 


'  Ytt  thou,— bei  eaih  the  howling  blast 
When  all  is  drear,  art  smiling  on." 

FRIENDSHIP. 

I  had  i  friend  that  loved  me  ; 
I  was  his  soul ;  he  lived  nor  but  in  me; 
We  were  so-close  within  each  other's  breast, 
The  ii-.  01  found  that  joined  us  first, 

That  doth  not  reach  as  yet ;  we  were  so  mixed, 
As  meeting  streams  ;  both  to  ourselves  were  lost. 
We  were  one  mass,  — we  could  not  give  or  take, 
But  from  the  same  :  for  \i<'  was  I  ;  I,  he  : 
Return,  my  better  half,  and  give  me  all  myself, 
For  thou  art  all  ! 

If  1  have  any  joy  when  ri.ou  art  absent, 
I  grudge  it  to  myself;  methinks  I  rob 
Thee  of  thy  part. 

Drtdew. 

I  will  eolleet  pome  rare,  some  cheerful  friends, 
And  we  shall  spend  together  glorious  hours, 
That  gods  might  en\y. 

Joanna  Baillk 


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Laburnum. 

Introduced  into  our  gardens  from  Switzerland,  —  droop- 
ing crunches,  —  flowers  of  a  purple  color. 

PENSIVE    BEAUTY 

And  oh  !  how  oft  have  I  turned  away 
From  a  l'i  L  rad  a  cheek  more  gay  ; 

llhat  my  sou]  might  drink,  to  sweet  excess, 
The  Light  of  her  pensive  loveliness  ! 

Art  thou  not  near  me,  with  thy  earnest  eyes, 

That  weep  forth  sympathy  ?  —  thj  holy  brow, 
Whervou  such  sweet  imaginings  do  rise: 
Art  thou  not  near  me,  wheu  1  call  thee  now, 
Maid  of  my  childhood's  vow  ? 
#  *  * 

Now  I  behold  thee,  with  thy  sorrowing  smile, 
And  thy  deep  BOul  uplooking  from  thy  face  ; 
While  sweetly  crossed  upon  thy  breast  the  while, 
Thy  white  hands  do  thy  holy  heart  embrace, 
In  its  calm  dwelling  ;>lace ! 

DC  SASNi 


FLORA     S      ALBUM, 


Larkspur. 

1  Lobelia  attired  like  a  queen  in  her  pride, 
And  the  Larkspurs  with  trimmings  new  furnishad 
and  dyed."  Mks    Sigoubket. 

FICKLENESS. 

0,  agony  !  keen  agony, 

For  trusting  heart  to  find, 
That  vows  believed  were  vows  conceived. 

As  light  as  summer  wind. 

0,  agony  !  fierce  agony, 

For  loving  heart  to  brook, 
In  one  brief  hour,  the  withering  power 

Of  unim  passioned  look. 

0,  agony  !  deep  agony, 

For  heart  that  's  proud  and  high, 

To  learn  of  Fate  how  desolate 
It  may  be  ere  it  die. 

0,  agony  !  sharp  agony, 

To  find  how  loath  to  part 
With  the  fickleness  and  faithlessness 

That  break  a  trusting  heart ! 

Wm.  Mothebwell. 


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Lettuce. 

A  garden  cpculent 

COLD    HEARTED. 

Better  the  tie  at  once  be  broken, 
At  "once  our  last  farewell  be  spoken, 
Than  watch  him,  one  by  one,  destroy 
The  giowing  buds  of  hope  and  joy,  - 
Than  thus  to  see  them,  day  by  day, 
Beneath  his  coldness  fade  away. 

F.  S.  Osgood. 

As  a  beam  o'er  the  face  of  the  waters  may  glow, 

While  the  tide  runs  in  darkness  and  coldnes3  be- 
low; 

Be  the  cheek  may  be  tinged  with  a  warm  sunny 
smile, 

Though   the  cold  heart  to  ruin  runs  darkly  th« 
while. 

Moon 


—*&mmgm&— 


04  FLORA  '  8      ALBUM  . 

Locust. 

An  ornamental  tree.    Blossoms  white  and  fragrant 
iFFECTION    BEYOND    THE    GRAVH 

Haste  !  messenger  to  heaven,  and  bear 
These  '\  lings  Co  the  souls  we  lm?e: 

Tell  them  we  have  been  faithful  here, 
Since  the)-  left  us  to  dwell  above. 

Haste!  tell  them  we  do  nor  forget, 

That  we  will  n  per  ; 

Thar  when  on  earth  our  <un  hath  set, 

We  shall  meet  no  more  to  Beyer. 

That  our  love  is  that  which  liveth. 

When  from  earl  ass  away; 

And  the  i^ar  affection  givefch, 

On  the  Borrowing,  parting  day  ;  — 

Seals  the  bond  by  which  we  know, 
.all  meet.  DO  more  to  part; 
And  that,  freed  from  care  and  woe, 
Heart  shall  sweetly  blend  with  heart. 

John  S.  Adams. 


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Love-in-a-Mist. 

Nigella  Damascene 
YOU    PUZZLE    ME 

When  of  a  man  I  ask  the  question, 
I  wish  he  would  answer,  u  Yes,"  or  "  No  ;  n 

Nor  stop  to  make  some  smooth  evasion, 
And  always  ttll  me,  "  May  be  so." 

I  always  doubt  the  friendly  meaning 
Of,  "  Well,"  "  Pei-haps,"  "  I  do  not  kn<#;  " 

When  for  a  favor  I  am  siting, 
I  rather  hear  the  answer,  —  u  No." 

When  of  a  friend  I  wish  to  borrow 
A  little  cash,  to  hear  him  say,  • 

"  I  've  none  to-day,  but  on  to-morrow," 
Is  worse  than  if  he  told  n.e  "  Nay." 

Why  all  this  neer'  of  plastering  over 

What  we  in  fei   intend  to  show  ? 
Why  not  at  once,  with  much  less  labor, 

Say  frankly,  "  Yes,  my  friend,"  or  "  Nc  "  ? 

And  when  I  ask  that  trembling  question, 
"  Will  you  be  mine,  my  dearest  MLss  ?  " 
I  wish  you,  without  hesitation, 
To  *ay  distinctly,  —  "  Yes,  sir,  yes." 


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Linden  Tree. 

MATRIMONY. 

Ob  !  take  her,  but  be  faithful  still, 

And  may  the  bridal  tow 
Be  sacred  held  in  after  years, 

And  warmly  breathed  as  now  ; 
Remember  't  is  no  common  tie 

That  binds  her  youthful  heart : 
'T  is  one  that  only  truth  should  weave, 
'  And  only  death  can  part. 

The  joys  of  childhood's  happy  hour, 

The  home  of  riper  years  ; 
Jhe  treasured  scenes  of  early  youth 

In  sunshine  and  in  tears  ; 
The  porest  hopes  her  bosom  knew, 

AVhen  her  young  heart  was  free,  — 
All  these  and  more  she  now  resigns, 

To  brave  the  world  with  thee. 

•  •  #  * 

Then  take  her,  and  may  fleeting  time 

Mark  only  joys  increase  ; 
And  may  your  days  glide  sweetly  on 

In  happiness  and  peace. 

Charles  Jeffreys. 


FLORA  '3    a:  btim  .  07 

Lilac. 
FIRST    EMOTION    OF    LOVE 

Away  with  those  fictions  of  flimsy  romance  ! 

Those  tissues  of  falsehood  which  folly  has  wove  ! 
Give  me  the  mild  beam  of  the  love-breathing  glance, 

Or  the  rapture  that  dwells  on  the  first  kiss  of  love. 

Te  rhymers  whose  bosoms  with  phantasy  glow, 
WbaM  pastoral  passions  are  made  for  the  grove, 

From  what  blest  inspiration  your  sonnets  would 
flow, 
Could  you  ever  have  tasted  the  first  kiss  of  love. 

When  age  chills  the  blood,  when  our  pleasures  are 
■.  — 
For  years  fleet  away  witb  '.he  wings  of  the  dove,  — 
The  dearest  remembrance  will  still  be  the  last ; 
Our  sweetest  memorial,  the  first  kiss  of  love. 

Bteox. 

There,  on  th«  banks  of  that  bright  river  born, 
The  flowers  that  hung  above  its  wave  at  morn, 
Blest  aot  the  waters  as  they  murmured  by, 
With  hollar  scent  and  lustre,  than  the  sigh 
And  virgin  glance  of  first  affection  cast 
Upon  their  youth's  smooth  current  as  it  past. 

Moor*. 


68  FLORA'S     ALBUM. 


Live  Oak. 

"Hardy  and  noble  tree." 

LIBERTY. 

Oh  !  giTe  me  liberty  ! 
For  were  even  paradise  my  prison, 
Still  I  should  long  to  leap  the  crystal  walls. 

Drtdex 

There  is  a  world  where  souls  are  free, 
Where  tyrants  taint  not  nature's  bliss  : 

If  death  that  world's  bright  opening  be, 
Oh !  who  would  live  a  slaYe  in  this  ? 

Thomas  Moors. 

0  Liberty !  the  prisoner's  pleasing  dream, 

The  poet's  muse,  his  passion  and  his  theme; 

Genius  is  thine,  and  tliou  u,.!  Fancy's  nurse  ; 

Lost  without  thee  the  ennobling  powers  of  verse; 

Heroic  song  from  thy  free  touch  acquires 

Its  clearest  tone,  the  rapture  it  inspires. 

Place  me  where  winter  breathes  his  keenest  air, 

And  I  will  sing,  if  Liberty  be  there  ; 

And  I  will  sing  at  Liberty's  dear  feet, 

In  Afric'8  torrid  zone,  or  India's  fiercest  heat. 

Wm.  Cowpkb. 


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Lucern. 

*  Life's  truest  emblem:  for,  v  hen  gone,  t  Is  gon» 
for  ever." 

LIFE. 

Tell  me  not  in  mournful  numbers, 
Life  is  hut  an  empty  dream  ! 

For  the  s«'iil  is  dead  that  slumbers, 
And  things  are  not  what  they  seem. 

Life  is  real  !  Life  is  earnest ! 

And  the  grave  is  not  its  goal ; 
Dust  thou  art,  to  dust  returnest, 

Was  not  6poken  of  the  soul. 

H£.\-ry  W.  Longfellow. 

Life's  little  stage  is  a  small  eminence. 
Inch  high  the  grave  above,  —  that  home  of  man, 
Where  dwells  the  multitude  :  we  gaze  around, 
We  read  their  monuments:  we  sigh  ;  and  while 
We  6igh,  we  sink  ;  and  are  what  we  deplored; 
Lamenting,  or  lamented,  all  our  lot ! 

Touwo. 


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Marygold,  French. 

"  80  I  put  a  French  Marygold  in  his  hat, 
That  gaudy  and  jealous  flower." 

MBS.   SlGOr/BNKY. 

JEALOUSY. 

Thy  numbers,  Jealousy,  to  nawght  were  fixed ; 

isad  proof  of  thy  distressful  state  ; 
Of  differing  themes  the  veering  song  was  mixed ; 

And  now  it  courted  Love  ;  now,  raving,  called  on 
Hate.  Collins. 

Trifles,  light  as  air, 

Are,  to  the  jealous,  confirmation  strong 

As  proofs  of  holy  writ.  Shakspeam. 

Would'st  thou  to  Lu>e  of  danger  speak  ? 

Veiled  are  his  eyes,  to  perils  blind ; 
Would'st  thou  from  Love  a  reason  seek  ? 

He  is  a  child  of  <•  ay  ward  mind  ! 

But  with  a  doubt,  a,  jealous  fear, 

Inspire  him  once,  —  the  task  is  o'er  ; 

His  mind  is  keen,  his  sight,  is  clear, 
No  more  an  infant,  blind  no  more. 

Metastasis 
•Translated  by  Mrs.  Hen.ins. 


FIORA'8      ALBUM.  71 

Meadow  Saffron. 

V 

**  Colchicum  Officinalis." 
MY    BEST    DAYS    ARE    G*)NE. 

T  is  wondrous  strange,  how  great  the  change, 

Since  I  was  in  my  teens  ! 
Then  I  had  beaux  and  billet-doux, 

And  joined  the  gayest  scenes. 
But  lovers  now  have  ceased  to  vow,  — 

No  way  they  can  contrive 
To  poison,  hang,  or  drown  themselves,  — 

Because  I  'm  twenty  -five. 

Once  if  the  night  were  e'er  so  bright, 

I  ne'er  abroad  could  roam, 
Without,  —  "  The  bliss,  the  honor,  Miss, 

Of  seeing  you  safe  home." 
But  now  I  go,  through  rain  and  snow,  — 

Pursued,  and  scarce  alive,  — 
Through  all  the  dark,  without  a  spark,  — 

Because  I  'm  twenty -five. 

Oh  dear  !  —  't  is  queer  that  every  year 

I  'm  slighted  moi"e  and  more  ; 
For  not  a  beau  preten:ls  to  shew 

His  head  within  our  door. 

Miss  Hobtos. 


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Moss. 

"  Why  sjonld  she  d.fng  so  fondly  to  thy  breast?* 
Go,  ask  the  moss,  on  which  thy  foot  is  pressed. 

t  Fbithiof's  Saga.  (Swedish.) 

MATERNAL    LOVE. 

Love,  that  watched  my  early  years 

With  conflicting  hopes  and  fears  ; 

Lore,  that  through  life's  flowery  May 

Led  my  childhood,  prone  to  stray ; 

Love,  that  still  directs  my  youth 

With  the  constancy  of  Truth, 

Heightens  every  bliss  it  shares, 

Soflena  and  divides  the  cares, 

Smiles  away  my  light  distress, 

Weeps  for  joy  or  tenderness ;  — 

May  that  love  to  latest  age, 

Cheer  my  earthly  pilgrimage ; 

May  that  love,  o'er  death  victorious, 

Rise  beyond  the  grave  more  glorious  ; 

Souls,  united  here,  would  be 

One  to  all  eternity.  Montgomery. 

Ere  yet  her  child  his  drawn  its  earliest  breath, 
A  mother's  love  begins ;  it  glows  till  death,  — 
Lives  before  life,  —  with  death  not  dies,  —  but  seems 
The  very  substance  of  immortal  dreams. 


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Mountain  Pink 

i 

ASPIRINGS. 

Higher,  higher  will  we  climb 

Up  the  mount  of  glory, 
That  our  names  may  live  through  time 

In  our  country's  story  ; 
Happy  when  her  welfare  calls, 
He  who  conquers,  he  who  falls. 

Deeper,  deeper  let  us  toil 
In  the  miues  of  knowledge,  — 

Nature's  wealth  and  learnings  spoil 
Win  from  school  and  college  ; 

Delve  we  there  for  richer  gems 

Than  the  stars  of  diadems 

Onward,  onward  will  we  press 

Through  the  path  of  duty ; 
Virtue  is  true  happiness, 

Excellence  true  beauty : 
Minds  are  of  supernal  tirth, 
Let  us  make  a  heaven  of  earth. 

McNTGOJCEM. 


74  FLOEA'b     ALBOM. 


Milfoil,  Common. 

WAR. 

Oh,  war !  war !  war ! 
Thou  false  baptized,  who  by  thy  vaunted  name 
Of  glory  stealest  o'er  the  ear  of  man 
To  rive  his  bosom  with  thy  thousand  darts, 
Disrobed  of  pomp  and  circumstance,  stand  forth, 
And  show  thy  written  league  with  sin  and  death. 
Yes,  ere  Ambition's  heart  is  seared  and  sold, 
And  desolated,  bid  him  mark  thine  end, 
And  count  thy  wages. 

The  proud  victor's  plume. 
The  hero's  trophied  fame,  the  warrior's  wreath 
Of  blood-dashed  laurel,  —  what  will  these  avail 
The  spirit  parting  from  material  things  ? 
One  slender  leaflet  from  the  tree  of  peace, 
Borne  dove-like,  o'er  the  waste  and  warring  earth, 
Is  better  passport  at  the  gate  of  Heaven. 

Mrs.  Sigoorset. 


■«*4 


FLORA'S     ALBUM.  75 


Moonwort. 

FORGETFULNESS 

0  Memory !  torture  me  no  more  ; 

The  preseut  's  ail  o'ercast ; 
My  hopes  of  future  bliss  are  o'er 

In  mercy  veil  the  past. 

Why  bring  these  images  to  view 

I  henceforth  must  resign  ? 
Ah !  why  those  happy  hours  renew 

That  never  can  be  mine  ? 

Past  pleasure  doubles  present  pain, 

To  sorrow  adds  regret ; 
Regret  and  hope  are  both  in  vain ; 

I  ask  but  to  —forget.  Byeob. 

You  '11  be  forgotten  —  as  old  debts 

By  persons  who  are  used  to  borrow  ; 
Forgotten  —  as  the  sun  that  sets, 

When  shines  a  new  one  on  the  morrow ; 
Forgotten  —  like  the  luscious  peach, 

That  blest  the  school-boy  last  September ; 
Forgotten  —  like  a  maiden  speech 

Which  all  men  praise,  but  none  remember. 
W.  P   Praed. 


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Myosotis,  or  Mouse  Ear. 

An  early  plant,  end  quite  contra  on  in  New  England. 
FORGET    ME    NOT. 

Forget  me  not,  —  forget  me  not ; 

But  let  tbe<e  little  simple  flowers 
Remind  thee  of  his  lonely  lot, 

Who  loved  thee  in  life's  purest  hours; 
When  hearts  and  hopes  were  hallowed  things, 

Ere  gladness  broke  the  lyre  she  brought : 
Then,  oh  !  when  shivered  all  its  strings, 

Forget  me  not,  —  forget  me  not ! 

We  met,  ere  yet  the  world  had  come 

To  wither  up  the  springs  of  youth  ; 
Amid  the  holy  joys  of  home, 

And  in  the  first  warm  blush  of  youth. 
We  parted,  as  they  never  part, 

Whose  tears  are  doomed  to  be  forgot ! 
Ob  !  by  that  agony  of  heart, 

Fcrget  me  not,  —  forget  me  not ! 

T.  K.  Hervii  . 


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Nasturtium. 
PATRIOTISM. 

Give  me  the  death  of  those 

Who  for  their  country  die  ; 
And  oh  !  be  mine  like  their  repose, 

When  cold  and  low  they  lie! 
Their  loveliest  mother  earth 

Enshrines  the  fallen  brave  ; 
In  her  sweet  lap  who  gave  them  birth, 

They  find  their  tranquil  grave. 

MONTQOMKBT. 

Man,  through  all  ages  of  revolving  time, 
Unchanging  man,  in  every  varying  clime, 
Deems  his  own  land  of  every  land  the  pride, 
Beloved  by  Heaven  o'er  all  the  world  beside ; 
His  home  the  spot  of  earth  supremely  blest,  — 
A  dearer,  sweeter  spot  than  all  the  rest. 

Moxtgomx&y. 

#    *  #  *  * 

Cut  short  my  few  and  toilsome  days, 

Let  lbose  a  tyrant's  thrall ; 
I  '11  die  with  unaverted  gaze, 

And  conquer  as  1  fall. 

H.   T.   TUCKERMAN. 


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Nettle. 

A  very  poisonous  plant 

SLANDER. 

No,  't  is  slander ; 
Whose  edge  is  sharper  than  the  sword ;  whose  tonga* 
OcfcVonoms  all  the  worms  of  Nile  ;  whose  breath 
Hides  on  the  posting  winds,  and  doth  belie 
All  corners  of  the  world  ;  kings,  queens,  and  states, 
Maids,  matrons,  nay,  the  secrets  of  the  grave, 
This  viperous  slander  enters. 

Shakspeabe. 

For  slander  lives  upon  succession  ; 

For  ever  housed,  where  it  once  gets  possession. 

Shakspeare. 

I  know  that  slander  loves  a  lofty  mark  : 
It  saw  her  soar  a  flight  above  her  fellows, 
And  hurled  its  arrow  to  her  glorious  height, 
Te  reach  her  height,  and  bring  her  to  the  ground. 

II.  More. 


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Nightshade. 

A  plant  of  rose-colored  flowers,  growing  in  damp  and 
shady  places, 

DARK    THOUGHTS. 

I  loved,  —  but  those  I  loved  are  gone ; 

Had  friend?,  —  my  early  friends  are  fled : 
How  cheerless  feels  the  heart  alone, 

When  all  its  former  hopes  are  dead ! 
Though  gay  companions  o'er  the  bowl 

Dispel  awhile  the  sense  of  ill, 
Though  pleasure  stirs  the  maddening  soul, 

The  heart  —  the  heart  is  lonely  still. 

How  dull  to  hear  the  voice  of  those 

Whom  Rank  or  Chance,  whom  Wealth  or  Pcwwr, 
Have  made,  though  neither  friends  nor  foes, 

Associates  of  the  festive  hour ! 

Fain  would  I  fly  the  haunts  of  men,  — 

I  seek  to  shun  —  not  hate  mankind ; 
My  breast  requires  the  sullen  glen, 

Whose  gloom  may  suit  a  darkened  mind. 
Oh  that  to  me  the  wings  were  given 

Which  bear  the  turtle  to  her  nest ' 
Then  would  I  cleave  the  vault  of  heaven, 

To  flee  away  and  be  at  rest. 

Brio*. 


FLORA'S     ALBUM, 


Oleander. 

There  the  Oleander  telleth  thee,  —  bswar*. 
BEWARE. 

•  #  •  • 

u  Beicare  the  pine-tree's  withered  branch 
Beware  the  awful  avalanche  !  " 
This  was  the  peasant's  last  good-night ; 
A  Yoice  replied  far  up  the  height, 
Excelsior ! 

At  break  of  day,  as  heavenward 
The  pious  monks  of  Saint  Bernard 
Uttered  the  oft-repeated  prayer, 
A  voice  cried  through  the  startled  air, 
Excelsior ! 

A  traveler,  by  the  faithful  hound 
Half-buried  in  the  snow  was  found, 
Still  grasping  in  his  baud  of  ice 
That  banner  with  the  strange  device, 
Excelsior ! 

There  in  the  twilight  cold  and  gray, 
lifeless,  but  beautiful  he  lay. 

•  •  »  » 

H.  TV.  LONQJMAOW. 


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Olive. 

"  Adjudged  an  olive  branch,        •        * 
As  likely  to  be  blessed  in  peace." 

Shakspkabs. 
PEACE. 

The  angel's  song,  that  happy  night 
When  spirit*  stooped  to  mortal  ken, 

Warbled  from  lips  and  lyres  of  light,  — 
Was  peace  on  earth,  good  will  to  men. 

In  peace  the  sages  came  and  paid 

Their  meed  of  gold,  and  tpice,  and  myrrh  ; 

And  why  such  bliss  on  Mary  laid? 
She  felt  that  peace  had  come  to  her 

Peace  was  the  theme,  when  precepts  dropt 
From  Jesus'  lips,  like  his  own  d.'W  ; 

Who  oped  their  eyes  ?     Who  ears  ucstopfc  ? 
His  name  was  Peace,  —  't  was  all  they  knew. 
Wm.  B.  Tappan 

Winter  may  bid  his  tempests  rise, 
And  change  the  earth's  fair  robe  of  green  ; 

A  ad  leafless  bowers  and  frowning  skies 
Afford  a  sad  and  dreary  scene  ; 

Yet  will  the  heart  bright  verdure  wear, 

If  Peace  has  fixed  its  dwelling  there. 


82  FLORA    3     1LBU3I. 


Pansy,  or  Heart's-Ease. 


Pray  j  ju,  love,  remember, 


There  's  panslcs,  —  that 's  for  thoughts.*' 

SlIAKSPBABB. 

THINK  OF  ME. 

Go,  where  the  water  glideth  gentle  ever,  — 

Glideth  by  meadows  that  the  greenest  te  ; 
Go,  listen  to  our  own  beloved  ri  rer, 

And  think  of  me. 

Wander  in  forests,  where  the  small  flower  layeth 
Its  fairy  gem  beside  the  giant,  tree  ; 
j   List  to  the  dim  brook  pining,  while  it  playeth, 
And  think  of  me. 

Watch  when  the  sky  is  silver  pale  at  even, 

And  the  wind  grieveth  in  the  lonely  tree  ; 
Go  out  beneath  the  solitary  heaven, 

And  think  of  me. 

And  when  the  Moon  riseth,  as  she  was  dreaming, 

And  treadeth  with  white  feet  the  lulled  sea ; 
Go,  silent  as  a  star  beneath  her  beaming, 
And  think  of  me. 


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Passion  Flower. 

A  beautiful  running  plant,  with  curious  blue  flcwen. 

RELIGIOUS    FERVOR. 

I  asked  her  when  in  beauty  dre«sed, 
When  youthful  hope  inspired  her  breast, 
Where  dwelletrThe  whom  thou  lovest  best? 
She  said  —  in  Heaven. 

I  asked  her  when  she  fondly  prest 
Her  smiling  infant  to  her  breast, 
Where  dwelleth  he  whom  thou  lovest  best  ? 
She  said  —  in  Heaven. 

I  asked  her  when  her  bloom  was  lost, 
When  all  her  earthly  hopes  were  crossed, 
Where  dwelleth  he  whom  thou  lovest  best  ? 
She  said  —  in  Heaven. 

1  asked  her  in  the  dying  gloom, 
Who  is  the  brightest  loveliest  one  ? 
'T  is  Qod,  6he  cried,  my  God  alone ; 

And  went  —  to  Heaven. 


84  flora's    album. 

Pea. 

Flower  of  a  garden  esculent    Various  hue*. 
AN    APPOINTED    MEETING. 

Meet  me  to-night  in  the  path  which  lies 
By  the  side  of  the  woodland  hollow  ; 

The  moon  will  hare  oped  Ler  silver  eyes, 
And  tell  thee  which  path  to  follow. 

Then  tripping  along  to  thy  footstep's  sound, 
Thy  Up  to  thy  heart  will  be  humming ; 

If  thy  glance  for  a  moment  turn  around, 
'T  will  assure  thee,  love,  I  'm  coming. 

Oh !  do  not  fear,  not  a  tone  will  break, 
On  earth  or  in  air,  that  can  chide  thee  : 

If  a  lovely  rose  perchance  to  awake, 
'T  will  (Loop  its  bloom  beside  thee. 


Come  meet  me  at  the  evening's  hour 
When  summer  win  Is  are  still, 

Within  the  memory -haunted  bower, 
Beside  the  gushing  rill. 


FLOBA'3     ALBUM.  86 


Peach  Blossom. 

Thi  flowers  of  a  well-known  fruit  tree,  originally 
brought  from  Persia. 

THIS  HEART  IS  THINE 

By  the  gloom  that  shades  my  heart, 
When,  fair  girl,  from  thee  I  part, 
By  the  deep  impassioned  sigh, 
Half  suppressed  when  thou  art  nigh 
By  the  heaving  of  my  breast, 
When  thy  hand  by  mine  is  pressed  ; 
By  these  fervent  sighs  betrayed ; 
Canst  thou  doubt  my  truth,  sweet  maid  f 
Then  say,  oh  !  say  you  love  ma. 

Heart  and  soul  more  fond  than  mine, 
Trust  me,  never  can  be  thine  ; 
Heart  and  soul,  whose  passion  pure, 
Long  as  life  shall  thus  endure. 
Take,  oh !  take  me ;  let  me  live 
On  the  hope  thy  smiles  can  give ; 
See  me  kneel  before  my  throne ; 
Take,  oh  !  take  me,  for  thine  own, 

And  say,  oh !  say  you  love  me. 

Eliza  Cook. 


86  flora's    album. 


Periwinkle. 

"  Through  primrose  tufts  in  that  green  bower, 
The  periwinkle  trailed  its  wreaths." 

WOKDSWOBTH. 

SWEET    REMEMBRANCES. 

Can  I  forget,  —  canst  thou  forget, 
When  playing  with  thy  golden  hair, 
IIow  quick  thy  fluttering  heart  did  move  ? 
Oh !  by  my  soul,  I  gee  thee  yet, 
With  eyes  so  languid,  breast  so  fair, 
And  lips,  though  silent,  breathing  love. 

When  thus  reclining  on  my  breast, 
Those  eyes  threw  back  a  glance  so  sweet, 
As  half  reproached,  yet  raided  desire  ; 
And  still  we  near  and  nearer  prest, 
And  still  our  glowing  lips  would  meet, 
As  if  in  kisses  to  expire. 

And  then  those  lensive  eyes  would  close, 
And  bid  their  lids  each  other  seek, 
Veiling  the  azure  orbs  below  ; 
While  their  long  lashes'  darkening  gloss 
Seemed  stealing  o'er  thy  brilliant  cheek. 
Like  raven's  plumage  smoothed  on  snow. 

Byrom. 


flora's    album.  87 


Petunia. 

"  A  beautiful  procumbent  plant,  blossoming  through 
the  season." 

THOU  ART  LESS  PROUD  THAN 
THEY  DEEM  THEE. 

They  deem  thee  proud,  but  do  not  know 
The  soul  that  dwells  within  thee  : 

They  would  not  bend  the  neck  so  low 
As  thou,  e'en  could  they  win  thee. 

'T  is  pride  that  dwells  within  their  hearts  ; 

And  thine  the  polished  mirror, 
Reflecting  back  their  prouue.st  parts, 

Yet  blind  to  their  own  error  — 

They  deem  thee  prou  1,  and  say  that  thou 
Should'st  bow  and  be  more  humble  ; 

They  call  thee  back  to  bpn a  <tnd  bcw 
At  faults  o'er  which  they  stumble. 

I  've  known  thee  long,  and  know  full  well 
The  soul  that  dwells  within  thee  ; 

And  to  those  who  deem  thee  proud,  can  tell, 
That  pride  was  never  in  thee. 

John  S.  Adams. 


§8  FLORA'8      ALBUM 


Persimmon. 

BURY    ME    AMID    NATURE'S    BEAU- 
TIES. 

Oh !  make  me  a  grave  on  the  marge  cf  that  stream 
Where  often    in    youth's  gladsome  morning  I 
strayed ; 
Where  the  song  of  the  lark,  at  Aurora's  first  beam, 
Awakes  from  their  slumbers  the  flowers  of  the 
glade,  — 
Near  the  wide-spreading  hazel,  where    lambkins 
repose, 
Like  snow-wreaths  uniouched  by  the  sun's  melt- 
ing ray, 
Whose  branches  the  nest  of  the  linnet  enclose, 
While   the  thrush  sweetly  sings  from  its  dew- 
dropping  spray. 

Where  the  hawthorn's  rich  perfume  is  borne  on  the 
gale, 
And  wild  scattered  flowerets  yield  sweets  to  the 
bee, 
How  oft  have  I  roved  through  that  thyme-scented 
vale, 
My  heart  Uke  the  mountain-breeze  buoyant  and 
free ! 

Isabella  Graham. 


FLORA' 8      ALII  DM.  89 


Pheasant's  Eye,  or  Flos  Adonis. 

**  Look,  in  the  garden  bloom 9  the  Flos  Adonis, 
And  memory  keeps  of  him  who  rashly  died." 

SORROWFUL    REMEMBRANCE. 

One  fatal  remembrance,  —  one  sorrow  that  throw8 
Its  bleak  shade  alike  o'er  our  joys  and  our  woes  ; 
To  which  life  nothing  darker  nor  brighter  can  bring, 
For  which  joy  hath  no  balm,  and  affliction  no  sting. 

Thomas  Moors. 

T  is  done !  I  saw  it  in  my  dreams  ; 
No  more  with  Hope  the  future  beams  ; 

My  days  of  happiness  are  few : 
Chilled  by  misfortune's  wintry  blast, 
My  dawn  of  life  is  overcast ; 

Love,  lTope,  and  Joy,  alike  adieu  ! 

Would  I  could  add  Remembrance  too. 

BrRON. 


90  floe  a'b    alb  cm  . 

PMox. 

Phlox  Maculata. 

OOR    SOULS   ARE    UNITED. 

They  were  together  night  and  day 
Through  all  their  early  years,  — 

Had  the  same  fancies,  feelings,  thought*, 
Joys,  sorrows,  hopes,  and  fears  ; 

They  had  a  fellowship  of  smiles, 
A  fellowship  of  tears. 

If  one  were  gay,  through  both  their  hearts 

The  tide  of  rapture  rushed ; 
If  one  were  sad,  the  voice  of  joy 

In  both  their  hearts  was  hushed ; 
Tea,  all  their  thoughts  and  sympathies 

From  the  same  fountain  gushed. 


There  is  a  my6tic  thread  of  life, 
So  dearly  wreathed  with  mine  alone* 

That  Destiny's  identless  knife 
At  once  must  sever  }oth  or  none  ! 


BraoN. 


FLORA'S     ALBUM.  91 

Poplar,  White. 

Its  leaves,  like  Time,  in  constant  motion. 
TIME. 

We  cannot  stay  thy  footsteps,  Time ! 

Thy  flight  no  haad  may  bind, 
Save  Ilis  whose  foot  is  on  the  sea, 

Whose  voice  is  on  the  wind  ; 
Yet  when  the  stars  from  their  bright  spheres, 

Like  living  flames  are  hurled, 
Thy  mighty  form  will  sink  beneath 

The  ruins  of  a  world  ! 

And  then  it  seemed 
As  if  from  every  pound  and  sepulchre 
In  that  lone  cemetery,  —  from  the  sward 
Where  slept  the  span-long  infant,  to  the  grave 
Of  him  who  dandled  on  his  wearied  knee 
Three  generations,  —  from  the  turf  that  veiled 
The  wreck  of  mouldering  beauty,  to  the  bed 
Where  shrank  the  loathed  beggar,  —  rose  a  cry 
From  all  those  habitants  of  silence,  — ''  Yea ! 
There  is  a  time  to  die." 

Mks.  L.  H.  SiaOUBNZT. 


92  flora's    album. 


Primrose,  Evening. 

*  Bashed  at  the  gaze  it  cannot  shun, 
It  faints,  and  withers,  and  is  goi^e." 

Claeb. 
INCONSTANCY. 

The  more  divinely  beautiful  thou  art, 
Lady  !  of  Love's  inconstancy  beware  ; 
Watch  o'er  thy  charms,  and  with  an  angel's  care 
Oh  !  guard  thy  maiden  purity  of  heart ; 
At  every  whisper  of  temptation  start ; 
The  lightest  breathings  of  unhallowed  air, 
Love's  tender,  trembling  lustre  will  impair, 
Till  all  the  light  of  innocence  depart. 

MOXTGOMERV. 

Oh  !  cold  inconstancy  ! 
This  is  not  woman's  love :  her  love  should  be 
A  feeling  pure  and  holy  as  the  flame 
The  vestal  virgin  kindles  ;  fresh  as  flowers 
The  spring  has  but  just  colored  ;  innocent 
As  the  young  dove,  and  changeless  as  the  faith 
The  martyr  seals  in  blood. 

L.  E.  Landon. 


FLORA'S     ALBUM.  98 

Poppy. 

CONSOLATION    OF    SLEEP 

Te  know  not  what  ye  do. 

That  call  the  slumberer  back 
From  the  world  unseen  by  you, 

Unto  life's  dim  faded  track 

Her  soul  is  far  away, 

In  her  childhood's  land  perchance, 
Where  her  young  sisters  play, 

"Where  shines  her  mother's  glance. 

Some  old  sweet  native  sound 

Her  spirit  haply  weaves ; 
A  harmony  profound 

Of  woods  with  all  their  leaves  ; 

A  murmur  of  the  sea, 

A  laughing  tone  of  streams  ; 
Long  may  her  sojourn  he 

In  the  music-land  of  dreams  J 

Each  voice  of  love  is  there, 

Each  gleam  of  beauty  fled  ; 
Each  lost  one  still  more  fair,  — 

Oh  !  lightly,  lightly  tread. 

Mrs.  Hemakb. 


94  flora's    album. 


Primrose. 

EARLY    YOUTH. 

Who,  for  all  that  age  can  bring, 
Would  forget  life's  budding  spring  ? 
Hours  of  frolic  !  school  -boy  days  ! 
Full  of  merrj  pranks  and  plays  ; 
When  the  untaught  spirit  beats 
With  a  thousand  wild  conceits ; 
When  each  pleasure,  bright  and  new, 
Sparkles  fresh  with  heavenly  dew  ; 
When  the  light  that  shines  abroad 
Seems  the  very  smile  of  God ;  — 
Who,  in  after  toil  and  strife, 
Would  forget  the  morn  of  life  ? 

R.  C.  WATKK8T0M. 

Gay  hope  is  theirs,  by  fancy  fed, 

Less  pleasing  when  possest; 
The  tear  forgot  as  soon  as  shed, 

The  sunshine  of  the  '/reast : 
Theirs  buxom  health  of  rosy  hue, 
Wild  wit,  invention  ever  new, 
And  lively  cheer,  of  vigor  born ; 
The  thoughtless  day,  the  easy  night, 
The  spiriis  pure,  the  slumbers  light, 
That  fly  the  approach  of  morn.  Gray. 


tlora's    album 


Pride  of  China. 
DISSENSION. 

We  have  been  friends  together 

In  sunshine  and  in  shade, 
Since  first  beneath  the  chestnut  trees 

In  infancy  we  played. 
But  coldness  dwells  within  thy  heart, 

A  cloud  is  on  thy  brow ; 
We  have  been  friends  together,  — 
'  Shall  a  light  word  part  us  now  ? 

We  have  been  gay  together  ; 

We  have  laughed  at  little  jests  ; 
For  the  fount  of  hope  was  gushing 

Warm  and  joyous  in  our  breasts. 
But  laughter  now  hath  tied  thy  Up, 

And  sullen  glooms  thy  brow ; 
We  have  been  gay  together,  — 

Shall  a  light  word  part  us  now  ? 

We  have  been  sad  together, 

We  have  wept  with  bitter  tears, 
O'er  the  grass-grown  graves,  where  slumbered 

The  hopes  of  early  years. 
The  voices  which  are  silent  there 

Would  bid  thee  clear  thy  brow : 
We  have  been  sad  together,  — 

Oh !  what  shall  part  us  now  ? 

Hon.  Mrs.  Nortoh. 


96  flora's    album, 


Fink,  Bed. 

u  The  Pink  can  no  one  justly  slight ; 
The  gardener's  favorite  flower." 

G03THB. 

* 

WOMAN'S    LOVE. 

When  all  the  world  grows  strange, 
Still  shall  her  arms  enfold  thee  ; 

When  smiling  fortunes  change, 
Still  shall  her  words  uphold  theft.         f 

When  all  thy  hopes  shall  fail, 
And  Jeave  thee  nought  but  care  ; 

And  when  thy  cheek  grows  pale, 
Or  wasted  with  despair  ;  — 

When  desolation  meets  thee 

Without  an  arm  to  save  ; 
When  Death  himself  shall  greet  thee, 

A  victim  for  the  grave  ;  — 

Then  woman  shall  caress  thee 

With  all  an  angel's  care  ; 
Then  shall  she  softly  bless  thee 

With  more  than  angel's  prayer. 


*  I.  0  ft  A  '  3     ALBUM 


£7 


Pine. 

PITY. 

Thou  hast  beauty  hright  and  fair, 

Mauuer  noble,  aspect  free, 
Eyes  that  are  untouched  by  care: 

What,  then,  do  we  :uik  from  rhea, 
Heriuione,  Ilermione? 

Thou  hast  reason  quick  and  stronf, 
"Wit  that  envious  men  admire, 

And  a  voice,  itself  a  song  ! 
What,  then,  can  we  still  desire, 

Ilermione,  Ilermione? 

Something  thou  dcst  waut,  0  queen ! 

(As  the  gold  doth  ask  alloy,) 

Tears  amid  thy  laughter  seen, 

Pity  mingling  with  thy  j^y. 

This  is  all  We  asit  from  thee, 
Ilermione,  Uermtone  ! 

Barry  Cornwai*. 


90  FLORA'S     ALBUM 


Pine,  Spruce. 

HOPE    IN    ADVERSITY 

What  though  from  life's  bounties  tbou  niayst  have 
ful'-m?  * 

And  v  vit  fhough  thy  sun  in  dark  clcuda  may 
have  set? 
There  is  a  bright  star  that  illumes  yon  horizon, 
It  tellethithee  loudly,  —  "  There  's  hope  for  thee 
yet."    ' 

This  earth  may  lock  dull,  old  friends  may  forsake 
thee, 
And  Forrows  that  never  before  thou  hast  met 
May  roll  o'er  thy  head,  yet  the  bright  star  before 
thee 
Shines  to  remind  thee,  —  "  There 's  hope  for  the* 
yet." 

>T  is  but  folly  to  mourn,  though  fcrtune  disdain 
(hue, 
Though  never  so  darkly  thy  sun  may  have  set ; 
'T  is  wisdom  to  gaze  at  ^he  bright  star  before  thee, 
And  shout  aa  you  gaze,  —  "  There  is  hope  for  me 
yet." 

John  S.  Adams. 


flora's    album.  99 

Pine  Apple. 

YOU    ARE    PERFECT. 

Admired  Miranda ! 
Indeed  the  top  cf  admiration  ;  worth. 
"What  'b  dearest  to  the  world !    Full  many  a  lady 
I  have  eyed  with  best  regard  ;  and  many  a  time 
The  harmony  of  their  tongues  hath  into  bondage 
Brought  my  too  ililigent  ear  ;  for  several  virtues 
Have  I  liked  several  women  ;  never  any 
With  so  full  soul  but  some  defect  in  her 
Did  quarrel  with  the  noblest  grace  she  owned, 
And  put  it  to  the  foil.     But  you,  oh !  you, 
So  perfect  and  so  peerless,  are  created 
Of  every  creature's  best. 

Shakspeare. 

I  never  saw  a  form  before 

Of  such  unrivalled  loveliness, 
Nor  one  who  was  of  earth,  who  wore 

The  look  of  heaven  upon  her  face. 
I  never  knew  a  heart  so  kind, 

Such  tears  for  others'  misery  flow, 
Nor  saw  a  hand  so  gladly  bind 

The  crushed  and  bleeding  heart  of  woe. 

Miss  P.  Cabbt. 


100  PLOBA-8     ALBUM. 


Banunculus. 

YOU  ARE  RADIANT  WITH  CHARMS. 

We  met,  't  was  in  the  merry  dance, 

I  only  caught  thine  eye  ; 
A  look,  a  smile,  a  hurried  word, 

And  thou  hadst  floated  by : 
But  sweeter  than  an  angel's  face, 

Or  Houri's  smile  at  efen, 
Or  music  en  the  moonlit  tide, 

Was  that  one  glimpse  of  heaven. 

We  parted,  and  we  never  met 

Since  on  that  festive  scene  ; 
Yet  still  I  see  thy  golden  eurls, 

And  eye  of  blue  serene. 
Thy  snowy  arm,  and  heaving  bust, 

And  form  of  wavy  grace,  — 
How  oft,  at  twilight's  dreamy  hour, 

That  meeting  I  retrace  ! 


fiora's    album 


iai 


Rose. 

"  Proud  be  the  rose,  with  rains  and  dews 
Her  head  impearling."  —  Wobdswobth. 

BEAUTT. 


I  see  her  now.    How  more  than  beautiful 
She  paces  yon  oread  terrace  !     The  free  wind 
lias  lifted  the  soft  curls  from  off  her  cheek, 
Which  yet  it  crimsons  not,  —  the  pure,  the  pale,  — 
Like  a  young  saint.     How  delicately  carved 
The  Grecian  outline  of  her  face !  —  but  touched 
With  a  more  spiritual  beauty,  and  more  meek, 
Her  large  blue  eyes  are  raised  up  to  the  heavens, 
■Whose  hues  they  wear,  and  seem  to  grow  more  clear 
As  the  heart  fills  them.    There,  those  parted  lips,  — 
Prayer  could  but  give  such  voiceless  eloquence,  — 
Shining  like  snow  her  clasped  and  earnest  hands,  — 
She  seems  a  dedicated  nun,  whose  heart 
la  God  s  own  altar. 

L.  E.  Landox. 

Whatsoe'er  of  Beauty 

Yearns  and  yet  reposes, 
Blush,  and  bosom,  and  sweet  breath, 

Took  a  shape  in  roses. 

Le'gh  Hunt. 


102  flora's    album 


Eosemary. 

•*  There  's  rosemary,  that 's  for  remembrance ; 
Pray  you,  love,  remember."—  Shakspeabb 

REMEMBRANCE. 

How  proud  is  the  prize  which  thy  virtues  have  won, 
When  their  memory  alone  is  so  pre  nous  to  me, 

That  this  world  cannot  give  what  my  soul  woull 
not  shun, 
If  it  tore  from  my  breast  the  remembrance  of  thee 

Bernard  Barton 

I  remember,  I  remember 

How  my  childhood  rlee'.ed  by ; 
The  mirth  of  its  December, 

And  the  warmth  of  its  July  : 
On  my  brow,  love,  un  my  brow,  love, 

There  are  no  signs  of  care  ; 
But  my  pleasures  are  not  now,  love. 

What  childhood's  pleasures  were. 

Remember  thee !  \es,  while  there  's  life  in  this  heart 
It  shall  never  forget  thee,  all  lorn  as  thou  art ; 
More  dear  in  thy  sorrow,  thy  gloom,  and  thy  showers, 
Than  the  rest  of  the  world  in-their  sunniest  hours. 

Thomas  Moors. 


flora's    aleum 


103 


SaSron  Flower. 

A  aielicinal  plant,  having  orange-colored  flower*. 


EXCESS    IS    DANGEROUS. 


I 


vYith  two  spurs  or  one,  and  no  great  matter  which ; 
Boots  bought  or  boots  borrowed,  a  whip  or  a  switch, 
Five  shiiiiugs  or  less  for  the  hire  of  his  beast, 
Paid  pure  into  hand  ;  —  you  must  wait  fur  the  rest. 
Thus  equipped,  Academieus  climbs  up  his  horse, 
And  out  they  both  sally  for  better  or  worse  ; 
His  heart  void  of  fear,  and  as  light  as  a  feather, 
And  in  violent  haste  to  go,  not  knowing  whither  ; 
Through  the  fields  and  the  towns,  (s^e  ! )  he  scampers 

alone, 
And  is  looked  at,  and  laughed  at,  by  old  and  by 

yourjg, 
Till  at  length  overspent,  and  his  sides  smeared  with 

blood, 
Down  tumbles  his  horse,  man  and  all,  in   he  mud, 
In  a  wagon  or  chaise,  shall  he  finish  his  route? 
Oh  !  scandalous  fate !  he  must  do  it  on  foot. 

Young  gentlemen,  hear  !     I  am  older  than  you! 
The  advice  that  I  give  I  have  proved  to  be  true: 
"Wherever  ywur  journey  may  be,  never  doubt  it, 
The  faster  you  ride,  you  !re  the  longer  about  it. 

Wm.  Cowper. 


101  FLORA'S    album. 


Snapdragon. 

A  plant,  ihe  scarlet  flowers  of  which  are  so  vivid  that 
they  cannot  be  looked  upon  with  a  fixed  eye. 

YOU  ARE  DAZZLING,  BUT  DAN- 
GEROUS. 

Saved  from  the  perils  of  the  stormy  wave, 
And  faint  with  toil,  the  wanderer  of  the  main, 

But  just  escaped  from  shipwreck's  billowy  grave, 
Trembles  to  hear  its  horrors  named  again. 

How  warm  his  vow,  that  Ocean's  fairest  mien 
No  more  thai!  lure  him  from  the  smiles  of  home  ! 

Yet  soon,  forgetting  each  terrific  scene, 
Once  more  he  turns,  o'er  boundless  deeps  to  roam. 


Lady  !  thus  T,  who  vainly  oft  in  flight 

Seek  refuge  from  the  dangers  of  thy  sight, 

Make  the  firm  vow,  to  shun  thee  and  be  free  J 

But  my  fond  heart,  devoted  to  its  chain, 

Still  draws  me  back  where  countless  perils  reign, 

And  grief  and  ruin  spread  their  snares  for  me. 

Translated  from  Camoens,  by 

Mrs    IIemanb. 


flora's    album.  105 

Snow  Ball. 
THOUGHTS    OS1    HEAVEN. 

Forget  this  -world,  my  restless  sprite, 

Turn,  turn  thy  thoughts  to  heaven  ; 
There  must  thou  soon  direct  thy  flight, 

If  errors  are  forgiven. 
To  bigots  and  to  sects  unkmwn, 
Bow  down  beneath  the  Almighty's  throne,  — 

To  him  address  thy  trembling  pray***  ; 
He  who  is  merciful  and  just 
Will  not  reject  a  child  of  dust, 

Although  his  meanest  care.  ErRON. 

Oh  !  beautiful  is  heaven,  and  bright 

With  long,  long  summer  days ; 
I  see  its  lilies  gleam  in  light, 

Where  many  a  fountain  plays. 

Oh !  Heaven  is  where  no  secret  dread 

May  haunt  Love's  meeting  hour ; 
Where,  from  the  past,  no  gloom  is  shed 

O'er  the  heart  s  chosen  bower ; 

Where  everjr  severed  wreath  is  bound ; 

And  none  have  heard  the  knell 
That  smites  the  soul  in  that  wild  sourd,  — 

"  Farewell !  beloved,  farewell !  " 

Mrs.  Hemanb. 


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Stramonium,  Common. 

DISGUISE. 

Oh !  do  not  suppose  that  iay  hours 

Are  always  uuclou<led  and  gay  ; 
Or  that  thorns  never  mix  with  the  dowers 

That  fortune  has  strewed  in  my  way. 
When  seen  by  the  cold  and  uufeeling, 

"We  smile  through  the  sorrows  we  feel ; 
But  smiles  are  deceitful,  —  concealing 

The  wouuds  which  they  never  cau  heal. 

Our  moments  of  mirth  may  be  many, 

And  hope  half  our  sorrows  beguile ; 
But.  believe  me,  there  cannot  be  any 

Whose  features  wear  ever  a  smile. 
The  heart  may  be  sad  and  repining, 

Though  cheerfulness  brightens  the  scena ; 
As  a  goblet  with  gems  may  be  shining, 

Though  bitter  the  pcrtion  within. 

A  glittering  vo'ume  may  cover 

A  story  of  sorrow  and  woe ; 
And  night's  gayest  meteors  may  hover 

Where  danger  lies  lurking  below  : 
Thus  oft  in  the  sunshine  of  gladness 

The  cheek  and  the  eye  may  be  drest, 
Whilst  the  clouds  of  dejection  and  sadness 

In  secret  o'ershadoT  the  breast. 


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tf>7 


Sorrel. 

WIT. 

In  her  bower  a  widow  dwelt, 
At  her  feet  three  lovers  knelt ; 
Each  adored  the  widow  much, 
Each  essayed  her  heart  to  touch : 
One  had  uvt,  and  one  had  gold'— 
One  was  cast  in  beauty's  mould  : 
Guess  which  was  it  won  the  prize,  — 
Tongue,  or  purse,  or  handsome  eyes  ? 

First  began  the  handsome  man ; 
Peeping  proudly  o'er  her  fan  : 
Red  his  lips,  and  white  his  skin,  — 
Could  such  beauty  fail  to  win  ? 
Then  stepped  forth  the  man  of  geld  ; 
Cash  he  counted,  coin  he  told  ; 
Wealth  the  burden  of  the  tale,  — 
Could  such  golden  projects  fail  ? 

Then  the  man  of  wit  and  sense 

Wooed  her  with  his  eloquence  ; 

Now  she  heard  him  with m  sigh,  — 

Then  she  blushed,  scarce  knowing  why,  — 

Then  she  smiled  to  hear  him  speak, — 

Then  a  tear  was  on  her  cheek : 

Beauty,  vanish,  —  Gold,  depart ! 

Wit  hath  won  the  widow's  heait. 

T.  n.  Bah,*. 


108  /  L  0  R  A  '  8     album. 


Spindle  Tree. 

TOUR  IMAGE  IS  ENGRAVEN  ON 
MY  HEART. 

Sweet  girl,  though  only  once  we  met, 
That  meeting  I  shall  ne'er  forget ; 
And  though  we  ne'er  may  meet  again, 
Remembrance  will  thy  form  retain. 
I  would  not  say.  "  I  love,"  but  still 
My  senses  struggle  with  my  will  ; 
In  vain  to  drive  thee  from  my  breast, 
My  thoughts  are  more  and  more  represt ; 
In  vain  I  check  the  rising  sighs, 
Another  to  the  last  replies  ; 
Perhaps  this  is  not  love,  but  yet 
Oar  meetiug  I  can  ne'er  forget. 

*  #  #  # 

•  #  •  # 
Since,  oh !  whate'er  my  future  fate, 
Shall  joy  or  woe  my  steps  await, 
Tempted  by  love,  by  storms  beset, 
Thine  image  I  can  ne"er  forg-e.t. 

Byro>\ 


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Syringa. 

Flowers  white,  large,  and  ecentlesi. 
MEMORY. 

jtfriog  back  the  scenes  of  vanished  years ; 

Memory,  I  call  on  thee  ! 
Bring  back  the  lujht  that  shone  through  teaii; 
Bring  b;ick  those  early  hopes  and  fears, 

0  faithful  Memory ! 

Bring  back  those  smiles  and  sunny  eyes, 

Those  forms  I  loved  to  see  ; 
Give  back  those  early  smiles  and  6ighs, 
Those  perished  buds  and  blooms  that  rise 

Still  green  in  Memory ! 

Bring  back  the  cherished,  lost,  and  dear ! 

Oh !  bring  them  all  to  me,  — 
Each  glowing  smile,  and  answering  tear, 
JEo  light  and  bless  the  pilgrim  here,  — 

0  faithful  Memory ! 

B.  B.  Thatchm. 

Yes,  Memory  has  honey  cells, 

And  some  of  them  are  ours  ; 
For  in  the  sweetest  of  them  dwells 

The  dreajj|  of  early  hours. 

L.  E.  Land  on. 


110 


FLORA'S      ALBDM. 


Thrift. 

Its  nuircrous  roots,  that  bind  so  close, 

Make  it  an  emblem  of  true  s>  mpathy. 

SYMPATHY. 


Oh  !  ask  not,  hope  not  thou  too  much 

Of  sympathy  below; 
Few  ;>.re  the  hearts  whence  one  same  touch 

Bids  the  sweet  fountains  flow  ; 
Few  —  and  by  still  conflicting  powers 

Forbidden  here  to  meet : 
Such  ties  would  make  this  life  of  ours 

Too  fair  for  aught  so  fleet. 

Mi; s.  IIEMAH3. 

Oh !  if  thy  spirit  meet 

On  earth  but  one 
Whose  heart  in  sympathy 

Springs  to  thine  own  ; 
Who  will  with  holy  love, 

Deep,  pure,  and  true, 
Be  the  bright  star  of  home, 

Loving  but  you  ; 
Cherish  that  priceless  flower, 

Hold  the  gem  fast ; 
Fame,  vealth,  may  fadeaway, 

Tliat  love  will  last. 


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Tiger  Flower. 
for  on:e  may  pride  befriend 

THEE. 

For  once  may  pride  befriend  tb.ee, 

For  once  be  proud  and  rain  ; 
Else  all,  amid  that  glittering  throng, 

Will  pass  thee  with  disdain. 

Place  high  that  glittering  diamond 
On  thy  white  and  polished  brow ; 

Display  thy  costly  jewels, 
Let  pride  befriend  thee  now. 

For  thou  goest  'mid  the  number 

Who  are  the  proud  of  earth ; 
Who  think  far  more  of  beauty, 

Than  they  do  of  solid  worth. 

Then  thy  humility  disguise, 

May  vanity  attend  thee  ; 
And  as  than  walfcest  'mil  that  throng, 

May  pride  for  once  befriend  thee. 

John  S.  Adams. 


112  FLORA'S     album. 


Tulip. 

1  Then  comes  the  tulip  race,  where  beasty  plav» 
Her  idle  freaks."  Thombo*. 

DECLARATION   OF    LOVE. 

Why  hangest  thou  thy  maiden  head 
With  such  a  coyness  ?     Why  's  the  rich 
Blush  spreading  its  roseate  tints 
O'er  thy  fair  cheek  ?     Is  't  because  I  *v» 
Told  the  tender  tale,  which  withiu 
My  heart  ha.s,  like  a  hallowed  flame, 
Been  burning,  and  fee  ling  on  its 
Inward  light,  till  it  no  longer 
Could  the  silent  smothering  keep? 
Then  bursting  forth,  laden  with  its 
Long-cherished,  silent  eloqu*  nee, 
Aoking  thee  but  to  love  the  heart, 
Which  loveth  thee  so  well?     If  so, 
Then  I  am  blest !  for  by  those  eyes 
Downcast,  as  if  their  li  Is  were  lade 
With  tears  unshed,  1  find  my  hopes 
Not  blasted,  —  but  my  heart  received. 


flora's    album.  113 

Tulip  Tree. 

RURAL    HAPTINESS. 

What  happiness  the  rural  maid  attends, 

In  cheerful  labor  while  each  day  She  spends  ! 

She  gratefully  receives  what  Heaven  has  sent, 

And,  rich  in  poverty,  enjoys  content. 

She  never  feels  the  spleen's  imagined  pains, 

Nor  melancholy  stagnates  in  hnr  veins  ; 

She  never  loses  life  in  thoughtless  ea.se, 

Nor  on  the  velvet  ccuch  invites  disease  : 

Her  homespun  dress  in  simple  neatness  lies, 

And  for  no  glaring  equipage  she  sighs  ; 

Her  reputation,  which  is  all  her  boast, 

In  a  malicious  visit  ne'er  was  lost ; 

No  midnight  masquerade  her  beauty  wears, 

And  health,  not  paint,  the  fading  bloom  repairs. 

Gat. 

Low  was  our  pretty  cot ;  our  tallest  rose 

Peeped  at  the  chamber  window.    We  couid  hear, 

At  silent  noon,  and  eve,  and  early  morn, 

The  sea's  faint  murmur.     In  the  open  air 

Our  myrtles  blossomed,  and  across  the  perch 

Thick  jasioinea  twined  ;  the  little  landscape  rcilkd 

Was  green  and  woody,  and  refreshed  tat  eve. 

It  was  a  spot  which  you  might  apuy  call 

The  Y  alley  of  Seclusion.  (JOLFaiDGS. 


B 


114  flora's    album. 

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Venus's  Looking  Glass. 

FLATTERY. 

Nor  think  this  flattery !  I  've  been  taught 

One  maxim  worth  receiving, 
Which  every  passing  day  has  brought 

Fresh  motive  for  believing : 

That  flattery  no  excuse  can  find ! 

'T  is  loathed  as  soon  as  tasted, 
When  offo^d  to  a  well-taught  mind  ; 

And  on  a  fool  't  is  wasted.  B.  Barton. 

The  love  of  praise,  howe'er  concealed  by  art, 
Reigns,  more  or  less,  and  glows  in  every  heart : 
The  proud,  to  gain  it.  toils  on  toils  endure; 
The  modest  shun  it  but  to  make  it  sure. 
O'er  globes  and  sceptres,  now  on  thrones  it  swells, 
Now  trims  the  midnight  lamp  in  college  cells. 
'T  is  Tory,  vv  hig !  it  plots,  prays,  preaches,  pleads ; 
Harangues  in  senates,  squeaks  in  masquerades  ; 

Here,  to  S e's  humor  makes  a  bold  pretence  ; 

There,  bolder  aims  at  Puk'ney's  eloquence. 
It  aids  the  dancer's  heel,  the  writer's  head, 
And  heaps  the  plain  with  mountains  of  the  dead. 
Nor  ends  with  life  ;  but  nods  in  sable  plumes, 
Adorns  our  hearse,  and  flatters  on  our  tombs. 

Young. 


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Venus's  Flytrap. 

*****        80  sensitive, 

It  catches  each  rover  that  doth  touch  its  leave*. 

SAVE  I  CAUGHT  YOU  AT  LAST! 

Have  I  caught  you  at  last  ?  I  've  been  trying 

For  mauy  and  many  a  day ; 
And  indeed  I  have  almost  been  dying     ' 

For  fear  that  you  'd  answer  me  —  "  Nay." 

Have  I  caught  you  at  last  ?  now  do  tell  me, 

For  I  neyer  shall  love  you  less  ; 
Far  the  thoughts  that  to  love  thee,  impel  me, 

Sinco  you  heartily  answered  me  —  "  Yes.1' 

John  S.  Adams.  . 


116  flora's    album. 


Virgin's  Bower. 


"And  virgins-bower,  trailing  airily, 
With  others  of  the  sisterhood." 

John  Keats. 

ARTIFICE. 

Let  me  see  him  once  more 

For  a  moment  or  two ; 
Let  him  tell  me  himself 

Of  his  purpose,  dear,  do ; 
Let  him  gaze  in  these  eyes, 

While  he  lays  out  his  plan 
To  escape  me  —  and  then  — 

He  may  go  —  if  he  can  ! 

Let  me  see  him  once  more, 

Let  me  give  him  one  smile, 
Let  me  breathe  but  one  word 

Of  endearment  the  while  ; 
I  ask  but  that  moment,  — 

My  life  on  the  man  ! 
Does  he  think  to  forget  me  ? 

He  may  —  if  he  can. 

F.  S.  Osgood. 


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Volkamenica  Japonica, 
MAY    YOU    BE    HAPPY. 

#  #  *  * 

Mayst  thou  live  in  joy  for  ever, 
Nought  from  the e  true  pleasure  sever ; 
Prom  thy  heart  arise  no  sigh , 
And  no  tear  bedew  thine  eye  ; 
Joys  be  many,  cares  be  few, 
Smooth  the  path  thou  shalt  pursue, 
And  Heaven's  richest  blessings  shine 
Ever  on  both  thee  and  thine. 

Round  thy  path  may  fairest  flowers, 
As  in  amaranthine  bowers, 
Bloom  and  blossom  bright  and  fair,  — 
Load  vith  sweets  the  ambient  air  ; 
Be  thy  path  with  roses  strown, 
And  thy  hours  to  care  unknown ; 
Sorrow  cloud  thy  pathway  never, 
And  happiness  be  thine  for  ever. 

John  S.  Adams 


118  FLORA'3     album. 

Wall  Flower. 

FIDELITY    IN    ADVEB3ITY 

Fondly  I  wreathed  his  victor  brow  : 

Shall  I  in  grief  forsake  him  now  ? 

Never.     The  ills  that  rouud  him  wait 

But  bind  me  closer  to  his  fate. 

In  winter's  cold,  in  guiamer's  heat, 

Long  as  the  pulse  of  lift  may  beat, 

Shall  Ellen  at  Alonzo's  side, 

By  day,  by  night,  the  wanderer  guide  : 

On  mine,  his  wearied  brow  shall  l'esfc, 

And  sweet  his  &l«*bp  on  Ellen's  bi-enao. 

William  »o***«* 

She  stems  the  wave,  unshrinking  ir.eeta  the  storm, 
And  wears  his  guardian  angel's  earthly  form  ! 
And  if  she  cannot  check  the  tempest's  course, 
She  points  a  shelter  from  ps  'whelming  force  ! 
When  envy's  sneer  would  coldly  blight  his  name, 
And  busy  tongues  are  sporting  with  his  fame, 
Who  solves  each  doubt,  — clears  every  mist  away, 
And  makes  him  radiant  in  the  face  of  day? 
She  who  would  peril  fortune,  fame,  and  life, 
For  man,  the  ingrate,  —  the  devoted  wile. 

Mrs.  C.  B.  Wilson. 


flora's    album.  119 


Wall-SpeedwelL 

FIDELITY. 

Her  hands  were  clasped,  her  dark  eyes  raised, 

The  breeze  threw  back  her  bair  ; 
Up  to  the  fearful  wbeel  she  grazed,  — 

All  that  she  loved  was  there. 
The  night  was  round  her  clear  and  cold, 

The  holy  heaven  above, 
Its  pale  stars  watching  to  behold 

The  might  of  earthly  love 

"  And  bid  me  not  depart,"  she  cried, 
"  My  Rudolph,  say  not  so  ! 
This  is  no  time  to  quit  thy  side, 

Peace,  peace !  I  cannot  go. 
Hath  the  world  aught  for  me  to  feai, 

When  death  is  on  thy  brow  ? 
The  world  !  what  means  it  ?  —  mine  is  here,  — 

I  will  not  leave  thee  now." 

*  #  #  • 

She  spread  her  mantle  o'er  his  breast, 

She  bathed  his  lips  with  dew  ; 
And  on  his  cheeks  such  kisses  pressed 

As  hope  and  joy  ne'er  knew.        Mrs.  Hemans. 


120 


FL02  A     B      ALBUM, 


"Wliite  lily. 

"  How  chaste  7011  lily's  robe  of  white."— "Wi£.  Pstskb. 
PURIT1 


Pure  as  an  infant's  heart  that  sin  ne'er  touched, 

And  guilt  had  ne'er  polluted  ;  and  she  seemed 

Most  like  an  angel  that  had  missed  its  way 

On  some  kind  mission  Heaven  had  bade  it  go. 

Her  eye  beamed  bright  >\ith  beauty  ;  and  innocence 

Its  dulcet  notes  breathed  forth  in  every  word,  — 

Was  seen  in  every  motion  that  she  made. 

Iler  form  was  faultless,  and  her  golden  hair 

In  long  luxuriant  cresses  floated  o'er 

Iler  shoulders,  that  a^  alabaster  shone. 

Her  very  look  seemed  to  impart  a  sense 

Of  matchless  purity  to  all  it  met. 

I  saw  her  in  the  crowd  ;  yet  none  were  there 

That  seemed  so  pure  as  she  ;  and  every  eye 

That   mat   her  eye's    mild  glance,   6hrank   back 

abashed, 
It  spake  such  Innocence.  *  * 


>> 


John  S.  Arms. 


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"Weeping  "Willow. 

MELANCHOLY 

Stay,  melancholy  muser,  stay, 

And  tell  me  all  thy  sorrow; 
The  rose  that  droops  in  tears  to-day, 

May  rise  in  smiles  to-morrow: 
Ah !  yes,  when  only  wet  with  dew 

Of  nature's  balmy  breathing, 
Its  glories  may  awake  anew, 

While  beams  are  rem"1  it  wreathing 

But  that  o'er  which  the  chilling  blast 

Has  wildly,  darkly  driven, 
And  rudely  scattered  as  it  past, 

The  charm  it  caught  from  heaven ; 
Too  sadly  feels  the  coming  day, 

That  others  joy  in  viewing, 
Will  only  bring  a  brighter  ray 

To  smile  upon  its  ruin. 

With  eyes  upraised,  as  one  inspired, 
Pale  Melancholy  sat  retired  ; 
And  from  her  mild,  sequestered  seat, 
In  notes,  by  distance  made  more  sweet, 
Poured  through  the  mellow  horn  her  pensive  goal. 

Collins. 


122  flora's    album. 

Woodbine. 

FRATERNAL    LOVE. 

We  are  but  two,  —  the  others  sleep 
Through  death's  untroubled  night ; 

We  are  but  two,  —  oh !  let  us  keep 
The  link  that  binds  us  bright. 

Heart  leaps  to  heart,  —  the  sacred  flood 

That  w^rnis  us  is  the  same  ; 
That  good  old  man,  —  his  honest  blood 

Alike  we  fondly  claim. 

We  in  one  mother's  arms  were  locked,  — 

Long  be  her  love  repaid  ; 
In  the  same  cradle  we  were  rocked, 

Round  the  same  hearth  we  played. 

Our  boyish  iports  were  all  the  same, 

Each  little  joy  and  woe  ; 
Let  manhood  keep  alive  the  flame, 

Lit  up  so  long  ago. 

We  are  but  tico,  —  be  that  the  band 

To  hold  us  till  we  die  ; 
Shoulder  to  shoulder  l«t  us  stand, 

Till  side  by  side  we  lie. 

Charles  SpRAomt. 


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Wood  Sorrel. 

This  plant  shuts  it  leaves  at  night,  but  at  the  first  dawn 
of  day  open  s  them.  Feasants  say  they  sing  the  praises 
of  their  Creator. 

JOY. 

Think  not  him  joyful  who  doth  wear 

Ever  a  smile,  —  t  is  but  to  hid^ 
The  troubled  thoughts  of  anxious  care 

That  in  his  inmost  heart  abide. 

Think  not  him  joyful  who  ha*  wealth, 
Whom  fortune  favors  with  her  gold ; 

It  cannot  buy  the  flush  of  health ;  — 
True  joy  is  neither  bought  nor  sold. 

But  think  him  joyful,  call  him  blest, 
"Who  round  his  path  hath  friends  to  love  : 

Who  has  a  conscience  well  at  rest, 
And  puts  his  trust  in  One  above. 

Ay,  he  is  joyful !  he  can  brave 
The  world  with  its  besetting  care  ; 

And  when  the  portals  of  the  grave 
Open  to  view,  —  be  joyful  there. 

John  S.  adams. 


124  FLO  EA  'S     ALBUM  . 

"Wormwood. 

Tb»  bitterest  of  plants  that  spring  from  out  of  the  earth. 
ABSENCE. 

'T  is  not  the  loss  of  love's  assurance, 
It  is  not  doubting  what  thou  art ; 

But  't  is  the  too,  too  long  endurance 
Of  absence,  that  afflicts  my  heart. 

Absence  !  is  not  the  soul  torn  by  it 
From  more  than  light,  or  life,  or  breath 

'T  is  Lethe's  gloom,  but  not  its  quiet,  — 
The  pain,  without  the  peace,  of  death  ! 

Thomas  Campbell. 

Believe  not  that  absence  can  banish 
The  memory  of  moments  gone  by ; 

Could  I  deem  they  so  slightly  would  vanish, 
I  should  think  on  the  past  with  a  sigh. 

Bernard  Barton. 

But  oh  !  it  is  more  soothing  still, 
To  feel  a  fond  hope,  when  we  sever ; 

Absence  cannot  affection  chill, 
And  we  may  meet  mere  dear  than  ever. 

Bernard  Barton. 


INDEX. 


FLOWERS.  SENTIMENTS.  PAGB. 

Acacia,  Yellow, •'Concealed  Loce, 5 

Acanthus, Art, 6 

Almond, J  I-  edleggness,  ■  ••• 7 

Amaranth, Immortality, 3 

Alyssum,    Worth  beyond  Beauty, 9 

American  Si  ar  Wort,-  •  •  Welcome  to  a  Stranger,'  •••  .0 

Anemone,  Garden, Fin  *uken, 11 

Auricula, Painting, 12 

Aspen  Tree, Lami  n'.ation, 13 

Azalea,    Romance, 14 

Bar  Leaf, /  change  but  in  dying, 15 

Bell  Flower,  Pyramidal,  Gratitude, IS 

Bilberry, Treachery, 17 

Black  Poplar, Courage, 18 

Blue  Canterbury  Bell,-  •  Constancy,   19 

Borage,    Bluntne.i$,  or  Roughness  of 

Mdhners, 20 

Bundles  of  Reeds, Music, 21 

Bramble, Remorse, 22 

Carnation,  Yellow,-..   -Dti'lain, 23 

Candy  Tuft, Indifference, 24 

Cherry,  Winter, //  ci  fition, 25 

Cinquefoil, Parental  Love,  •  iS 

Convolvulus  Minor, Xipht, 27 

Crown  Imperial, Pri  h  or'  Birth,  '23 

Crocus, ( 'heerfvlness— Smiles, 29 

Columbine, Desertion, 30 

Clematis,  English, Traveler's  Joy, 31 

Corchorus, Impatience  of  Absence, 32 

Coboea, Gossips, 33 


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FLOWERS.  SENTIMENTS.  PACE. 

Coreopsis, Love  at  First  Sight, 34 

Cross  of  Jerusalem,  •  •••!>  rotion, 35 

Cypress, Death, 33 

Daisy, Iinocence, 37 

.  Michaelmas,  —  Farewell, 3S 

Dandelion, Coquetry, 39 

Dead  Leaves, Sadness, 40 

Evergreen,  •  ■• Poverty, 46 

Eglantine  or  sweet  briar, I'oetry, II 

Eupatorian, Delay, 47 

Fi.2  Marygold, Idleness, 4$ 

Flowering  Reed, Confidence  in  Heaven,'  •  •  •  *3 

Forget-me-Not, True  Love, 44 

Fraxinella, Fire, 45 

Garden  Marigold, Sacred  Affection,  •  •  ••» 48 

Geranium,  Mourning, •  'Despondency, 49 

Guelder  Hose, Winter, 50 

Hackmatack, Single  Blessedness, 51 

Hawthorn, Hope, 52 

Heath, Solitude,    53 

Heleniura,    •'••Tears, 54 

Houstonia, Content, 55 

Honeysuckle,  Trumpet,/  hare  dreamed  o/thee,----  58 

Hydrangea,   IlearWessnestj, 57 

Hyacinth, &~>c/,- 58 

India  Cress, Resignation, 59 

Ivy, Friendship,  •••'• 60 

Laburnum, Pensive  Beauty, 61 

Lark.- pur, Fid  leness, 68 

., Cold  Hearted, 63 

Affection  beyond  the  grave,-  64 

Love  in  a  Mist, You  puzzle  me, S5 

Linden  Tree, NaU  imony, 68 

Lilac, First  Emotion  of  Love,-   •  •  67 

Live  Oak, Liberty, 68 

■  Lucern,  Life, 69 

Marygold,  Freu  :h, J  '.ahusy, 70 


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Meadow  Saffron,- 

Moss,    

Mountain  Pink,-  • 
Milfoil.  Common, 
Moon  wort, 


•  Jffi  best  days  art  gone, 71 

a' Love, 72 

■A*;>iruigs, 73 

•  War, 74 

■  Eo,  m  'fulness, 75 


Myosotis,  or  Mouse  Ear,  Forget  me  Xot, 78 

Nasturtium, Patriotism, 77 

Nettle, Slander, 78 

Nightshade, Dark  Thoughts     79 

Oleander, Ben-are, 80 

Olive, 1'euce,   •    81 

Pansy,  or  TTeart's  Ease,-  Think  of  Me, 82 

Passion  Flower, Religious  Fervor, 83 

Pei:, An  appointed  Meeting, 84 

Peach  Blossom, This  Heart  :<  Thine, 85 

Periwinkle, Swet  t  Remembrances, 86 

Petunia, -Thuu    art   less  proud  than 

they  deem  thee,- 6T 

Persimmon, Bury   >ue   amid  Nature's 

beauties, 88 

Pheasant's  Eye,  or  Flos 

Adonis, Sorrowful  Remembrances,-  •  89 

Phlox, Our  souls  are  united, 90 

Poplar,  White, Time, 91 

Primrose,  Evening,  •  •  •  -Inconstancy, 92 

Poppy. Consolation  of  Sleep, 93 

Primrose, Early  Tovth, 94 

Pride  of  China, Dissension,  95 

Pink.  Red, Woman's  Lore, 98 

Pine, J'Hy, 87 

Pine  Spruee, Hope  i»  Adversity, 98 

Pine  Apple, You  are  perfect, 99 

Ranunculus, You   are   radiant  with 

charms,    .00 

Rose, Beauty, 101 

Rosemary,   Rcmcmbrince, 102 

Saffron  Flower, Excess  is  dangerous, 103 

Snap  Dragon, You  are  dazzling,  but  dan- 
gerous,    104 


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FLOWERS.  SENTIMENTS.  FAGE. 

Snow  Ball, Thoughts  of  Heaven, 105 

Stramonium,  Common,  Disguise, 106 

Sorrel,    Wit, 107 


Spindle  Tree,- 
Syringa, 


•  Your  inutgt  •'«  engraven  on 

my  heart, 1CS 

■Memory, 105 


Venus's.  Looking  Glass,  Flattery, ••« 

Venus's  Fly  Trap, Have  I  caught  you  at  last  ?• 

Virgin's  Bower, Artifice, 

Volkamenica  Japonica,  May  you  be  Happy, 


Wall  Flower, Fidelity  in  Adversity,- 

leed  well, Fidelity,    

White  Lilv,    Purity, 

Weeping  Willow, AManckoly, 

Fraternal  Love, 

Wood  Sorrel., Joy, 

Wormwood, •  •  'Absence,  • 


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*Ttirift, Sympathy, 

Tiger  Flower, For  once  may  pride  be- 
friend thee, Ill 

Tulip,  —   Declaration  of  Love, 112 

Tulip  Tree, Rural  113 

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